02-28-2021, 11:51 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 there was someone who was supposed to be making sure he was being punished, Dante had no idea it was a thing. Though this didn't necessarily mean he wasn't punished; after all, he had to tend to his own wounds and hunt for himself. The latter of which was easy, taking care of his injuries on the other hand was... harder. The lesser of the injuries had healed and scarred up for the most part, but the wound on his side where Elsweyr hit him with flames was still raging, blistering. Almost infected, quite honestly.
Did that bother Dante? Sort of. The hybrid was clearly in pain when he walked, though he felt nothing of it due to finding ways of numbing himself. "The hell ya gonna off 'bout?" Dante grumbled as he sauntered up, huffing and looking down at Atticus. He had no opinion of the kid, not completely anyway, though he recalled meeting the Roux before. Got on his nerves, maybe? Eh, probably. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Did that bother Dante? Sort of. The hybrid was clearly in pain when he walked, though he felt nothing of it due to finding ways of numbing himself. "The hell ya gonna off 'bout?" Dante grumbled as he sauntered up, huffing and looking down at Atticus. He had no opinion of the kid, not completely anyway, though he recalled meeting the Roux before. Got on his nerves, maybe? Eh, probably. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]