01-27-2021, 09:27 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
When Ember declined his offer, Dante gave a small shrug and put his lighter and the spare cigarette back in the pouch. "Well, wherever they are, I hope you can see them again soon." He replied, still not entirely sure how to respond properly. Emotions were hard, man. Fortunately though, Saintkit joined them and seemingly distracted Ember enough to start a new conversation.
"You plannin' on doing the Blooding soon?" Dante asked. Although the tradition was nice and all, with him being a drug addict, staying out in the desert for a week had been awful. Though since Ember didn't appear to do any drugs, perhaps she would do just fine. Maybe. It was harsh surviving out there by yourself, after all.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"You plannin' on doing the Blooding soon?" Dante asked. Although the tradition was nice and all, with him being a drug addict, staying out in the desert for a week had been awful. Though since Ember didn't appear to do any drugs, perhaps she would do just fine. Maybe. It was harsh surviving out there by yourself, after all.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]