02-09-2021, 12:48 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]
"Speak for your own god damn self." Dante grunted in response to Salem as he approached the two Typhooners that were waiting. "This snow front is fucking awful." Of course, he was slightly more sensitive to the cold due to being partially cold blooded but hey, at least he was trying to get things done. The hybrid puffed smoke out from his cigarette, his gaze scanning the Typhoon visitors they had.
"Gifts, hm? What's the occasion?" Honestly, Dante was not a fan of this whole peace treaty bullshit but hey, gotta obey the Boss-Man right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"Gifts, hm? What's the occasion?" Honestly, Dante was not a fan of this whole peace treaty bullshit but hey, gotta obey the Boss-Man right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]