02-20-2021, 02:35 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]
If Dante didn't feel so tired or in pain, he likely would have snapped his jaws at Jormungand for getting near him - but alas, the hybrid had no energy to do so and instead just watched with frustration as Jormun removed some of the cloth he had covering his wounds. "I won, actually. Had her running back home with her tail between her legs." He boasted, his eyes flickering over as he saw Kian starting to come over. Kian explained that Gael had ordered for Aine and others not to help him, to which Dante huffed. He clearly didn't enjoy being reminded of the punishment he had.
"They were covered, until this jackass removed some of 'em." Dante grumbled, glaring at Jormungand, as if he was expecting him to put his 'bandages' back. "Can't say I particularly care whether or not. 'Least my last moments will end with me being high." Hopefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"They were covered, until this jackass removed some of 'em." Dante grumbled, glaring at Jormungand, as if he was expecting him to put his 'bandages' back. "Can't say I particularly care whether or not. 'Least my last moments will end with me being high." Hopefully.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]