SEEN A WHOLE LOTTA WRONG // got food supply *Weekly Job 8/18*

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

It took a while for Dante to return to The Pitt after his mission to The Rosebloods for his Weekly Job. The hybrid couldn't fly, despite having wings, so of course he had to run in order to properly escape the enemy's territory. He had raided them at night, although by now the sun was rising and he was sure that The Rosebloods had discovered what happened. Once he reached The Pitt's territory, Dante slowed down in his run, deciding to take his time reaching camp to catch his breath.

Dante carried a bag with him that held the prey he had stolen, and once he got to the camp, he released the bag from his jaws, causing a few pieces of prey to tumble out and fall out onto the sand. "I've got food." The hybrid declared, clearly proud of what he had done.
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#psychosocial.

[melantha]

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"So? You want a gold star?"

If Dante thinks he is going to get a pat on the back and a royal welcome, he's got another thing coming. "I considered saying good job until you started chucking it all in the sand." Honestly! The guy goes through all this trouble to steal some food and bring it back, and then he decides it's a good idea to drop perfectly good fresh kill in the sand? That's how people colic. Granted, she does not expect Dante to think about that sort of thing. Sure, he is smart. She will give him that much. But book smarts and common sense are not the same thing. Plus, he is a dick. So Mel does not feel bad reminding him that while he might have impressed Yes Man, she sees through his bullshit.

[GRIMNYTE]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]"A job well done, sire." Esklav complimented the strong arm, tipping his head as he leaned slightly to the side to inspect what he had brought. More than enough, it seemed ― Esklav had not expected nothing less from the troublesome feline. His respect aside, it did nothing to remove the slight... resentment for the male, successful or not, even if it confused him enough to not act on it impulsively. He played with the distaste, more like. "No need to fuss. A good dusting could get rid of what is not to be desired." Esklav said to Melantha, smiling obliviously. Their dislike for each other was not subtle, but he would go on pretending he didn't notice. It would not be good to get caught into it. No, not at all.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

”Oh, stop being a pussy.” Dante growled in response to Melantha. Of course she’d be the one to complain, wouldn’t she? Fucking bitch, The hybrid thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Indeed, he and Melantha’s rivalry wasn’t subtle at all, but why would it be in a place like The Pitt? They were practically a group of rogues living together.

Luckily Esklav, the one who gave him the job, arrived and quickly praised him. Dante returned to his normal prideful attitude, with his toothy grin and his chest puffed out. ”See? No use crying over spilled milk.” He shrugged. Seriously, what was the problem with a few bits of sand in the food? It was seasoning.

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#psychosocial.

[melantha]

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Quiet pawsteps announce the arrival of another, soon followed by the robotic voice of Esklav. Cold green eyes flicker over regard the warpriest with an expression that can only be described as sarcastic. "You are wrong, sire," replies the young puma. "There is a need. It's called: 'I want to.'" Should she watch her tongue in front of her superior? Probably, but as far as Melantha is concerned, she keeps Esklav from dying wherever they go. Given the nigh unanimous hatred of the Pitt, the strong arm has privately handled many a would-be assassin. It is worth noting that she actually possesses no ill feelings towards the warpriests beyond her natural apprehension towards males. Then Dante starts yammering stuff that Mel suspects is supposed to offend her or something. It's the desired reaction, and she is careful to keep her expression neutral. "I am not crying, I am criticizing," she says bluntly. Ah yes, the honesty of a teenager. It is best to not be fooled by her usual silence. Melantha is just waiting for the proper moment to be a rotten pain in the ass.

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BENNY G.

"ah, so a lady can't have standards now, huh?" benny smirked as he strutted calmly toward the trio. he didn't settle too close to any of them, keeping his own space as he looked over the selection dante had brought to them. a shame. he wasn't one for leftovers himself. nevertheless dusted in sand. "so... where'd it come from? I ain't seen none of this sorta stuff in a desert before." he gave a particular glance toward a hare, a brow quirked. thick fur... grey... this thing lived in a fuckin' forest. was there some secret little place they were keeping from him?

© LEXASPERATED

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

"Yeah? Well, ya coulda been less of a bitch about it." Dante responded with a dismissive shrug, as if he wanted the argument to be over. He honestly considered it to be over, considering he had Esklav to back him up. Luckily, Benny came over and changed the subject quickly and Dante's green gaze went over to the other male whenever he spoke. "The Rosebloods, I believe they were called." Even if he hadn't caught their name, what was the issue? He caused havoc, end of story.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.