02-04-2021, 03:07 AM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
"More like dumbass." Dante commented as he came walking up, glaring down at Jerikol. There was smoke coming from his mouth, namely from the cigarette he was smoking at the moment, and there was an obvious displeased look on his face. "Don't you know that it's dangerous to just waltz past borders? You're fuckin' lucky you gave your intentions before hand." He was grumbling at this point, irritated that he couldn't sink his claws into someone today. Oh well. "Or else I woulda flayed you. But fine, whatever. Welcome I guess." He grunted. "Dante Northwest is the name."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]