02-11-2021, 07:47 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]
"I can't control the fuckin' weather, it's not my damn fault that we're in a cold front." Dante shot back, his words directed towards Aine despite him watching Kold leave. "And it ain't my damn fault that you're such a terrible medic that you can't keep up with injuries. Do you really think I give a damn here if anyone dies on your paws?" A harsh fact, but this was a true statement. Every man for himself, that's how he lived, and that's how he was going to continue to live until someone proved him otherwise.
Vale had been able to prove xemselves to him, so it was proof that it could happen. Of course, Vale was just about as reckless as he was. "I ain't the one claiming to be some healer, it doesn't matter to me if someone lives or someone dies. I'm tired of us being walked the fuck over."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Vale had been able to prove xemselves to him, so it was proof that it could happen. Of course, Vale was just about as reckless as he was. "I ain't the one claiming to be some healer, it doesn't matter to me if someone lives or someone dies. I'm tired of us being walked the fuck over."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]