EVERYWHERE I GO // open, joining

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

Well shit, what the hell happened to The Pitt? The last time Dante had been here, the forest had not been partially burned down. It was a shame because the forest actually gave him some comfort, because the desert irritated his gills; at least, with the forest, he could find proper water and relax there. A shame, but Dante supposed he could get used to the change. The hybrid creature yawned, briefly setting aside his cigarette as he opened his mouth. All he could do right now was wait, which was perfectly fine to him.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.