aspiring to be great - open; nights of solitude + blooding

[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, PALE BLOOD, THE PITT, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

The Blooding and Nights of Solitude was one of The Pitt's traditions that Dante rather enjoyed, at least in theory. When he done it the first time, he had been dragged out by his clanmates and devoid of his drugs - causing him to get withdrawal symptoms for a god damn week. It definitely hadn't been pretty, but the second time around, Dante did it on his own accord, and brought his drugs with him. A couple of them, at least. Just enough to get him through a week. Most newcomers did theirs pretty quickly after joining, though Dante wasn't surprised to see Valhalla lagging behind a little bit. The two of them were almost the same; Valhalla was a lazy prick and definitely seemed like the type who enjoyed a good drink or two. Or four. Maybe getting absolutely fucking baked. Maybe he could see if the guy would be interested sometime.

Definitely not today, though, considering the rather sluggish way Valhalla dropped his capture and declared he was off to go sleep. Dante let out an amused snort, resting in town, and called after the other hybrid, "Nice catch." Though whether or not Valhalla actually heard him? Didn't really matter to him.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]