01-27-2021, 09:31 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]
"Jesus fucking Christ, bro, you don't have to be so damn loud." Dante snarled as he came closer to where Quasar was, his ears flattened back and his gaze a piercing glare. "In more fuckin' ways than one. You're a god damn eyesore, can you turn that shit down?" Pelt color wasn't something that could be manipulated (as far as he knew), but good god, Quasar's colors gave him a headache. Fuck.
"I ain't got no authority to accept your offer." Dante went on with a grunt. "But what's going on here ain't none of your fuckin' business." He was, of course, referring to Quasar's comments regarding the snow that littered the desert. He wasn't too fond about the snow in the first place anyway, so everything about this situation was pissing him off.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"I ain't got no authority to accept your offer." Dante went on with a grunt. "But what's going on here ain't none of your fuckin' business." He was, of course, referring to Quasar's comments regarding the snow that littered the desert. He wasn't too fond about the snow in the first place anyway, so everything about this situation was pissing him off.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]