02-12-2021, 10:19 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]
Dante cared not for medical supplies or the medic position as a whole, as if that wasn't obvious by now. He wasn't one to keep his opinions to himself, especially when he was in the heat-of-the-moment rage. The shark-cat didn't regret his words nor his actions by any means, but what did irritate him is the punishment Gael gave: to take care of himself, essentially. Fuck, did Gael really think he did that anyway? No, that's probably why he did that in the first place. It was likely that Gael knew that Dante liked to laze around and get high, preferring his clanmates to do all the hard work.
By this point, Dante was used to the glares that he was getting from NPCs and shook them off. His wounds were healing at a rather slow rate, given the fact that he hadn't received (nor wanted) Aine's help. The sound of wood being carved caught the hybrid's attention and he looked over at Kian and called out to him, "The hell are you doing?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
By this point, Dante was used to the glares that he was getting from NPCs and shook them off. His wounds were healing at a rather slow rate, given the fact that he hadn't received (nor wanted) Aine's help. The sound of wood being carved caught the hybrid's attention and he looked over at Kian and called out to him, "The hell are you doing?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]