WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY // relaxing

JORMUNGAND

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[b]"I've seen you around before, and you seem pretty loyal to me. I dunno what she's on about."[/b] He shrugged, accepting Dante's remark that he held no respect for anyone. "But I mean, props to you for pulling that stunt, by the way, and if I did what you had I'd understand why people would doubt my loyalty." Not like he really had any to the Pitt, he just liked it more than other places. Plus they accepted him into the group, which was pretty nice.
The hybrid then commented that he wasn't going to throw up, to which Jor quipped back with a, "Well congrats to you." Then his optics shone with something looking like concern as the other male for some dumb reason decided to sit up. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned, casting a quick glance at the exposed wound. "I'm not supposed to help you but I've done some training before and I'm pretty sure you need to wetten some kinda cloth and wrap it around, kinda like what you did earlier but an actually clean one." His brow furrowed, in concern or thought he didn't really know.

#psychosocial.