10-05-2020, 05:41 PM
[glow=white,1,400]THEY WANNA SEE BLOOD, THEY WANNA SEE HATE ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he got it. His home was a mess. If he weren't so preoccupied with getting air in his lungs, Dante likely would've snapped at Trygve for his comment, but instead the hybrid chose to actually breathe and glared at the kid. "Fuck, thanks." The Pittian grunted, his gaze flickering over to Gael; he knew the Ardent had that elemental ability so it definitely wasn't hard to assume who helped him out there by making sure shit didn't get into his lungs. Or, well. The dust. Dante purposely put smoke into his lungs and he was fine with that, but dust was actually irritating and especially so with the gills on his neck.
"You can help if you want." Dante coughed another reply, shaking his head to try to shake it off. "Fuckin' might as well clean than let things sit there."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"You can help if you want." Dante coughed another reply, shaking his head to try to shake it off. "Fuckin' might as well clean than let things sit there."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]