WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY // relaxing

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Hearing Jormun speaking in his Italian accent made Dante roll his eyes. It made him want to hurl, to be honest. Or maybe that was the drugs he was taking finally setting in. Who knows? "I've dealt with shit much worse than this." The hybrid replied. "I think I'll be fine."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

Charming. The Irishman put up a paw, snorting softly when Jor insisted he already knew about the punishment.  "Just a friendly reminder," he explained, shoulders rolling back in a loose shrug. "Given I haven't ever seen or heard of you before." So who missed you?

Kian frowned.  He did his best to believe in the best, but he didn't particularly like either Dante or Jor, less so when the latter slipped an Italian accent.  The pirate rolled his eyes.  "What he should be training is his common sense.  And figure out if he's gonna be a member of a community, or just some selfish fool." The Faerie would not have them dismiss the real issue with Dante's actions -- completely stupid and lacking in any respect for his clanmates.

"Come on, Kold.  There's still time for a hunt -- let's leave these two charmers to themselves." Kian didn't like getting angry; preferred to be friendly, but he was irritated and saw no reason to stick around.  Not worth our time.

He'd rather catch some prey for the rest of the group with his adoptive cousin -- do some good work.

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We'll all be returning, if we sail together

[Kold]

I had a dream, I got everything I wanted.
But when I wake up, I see, You with Me.

Disgust rolled in Kold's stomach at Jor's words, displaying itself with how her wings shuffled violently. "I'd be a fool to ever miss you, futere." She spoke dismissively, turning her gaze to Kian. As if to mock or insult the two idiots, a grin, wide and teeth-displaying, spread across her face. "Yes, let's do some hunting. I wonder what I'll be able to catch." her voice was painfully cheerful but, in reality, she was overjoyed to ignore Jor and Dante. To get away from them.

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— Reggan

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JORMUNGAND

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Frankly he didn't care what the two irrelevant fucks were thinking nor saying, his main focus was on Dante. He picked up the smallest movements that showed the other hated Jor's accent. "If you throw up, don't do it on me, alright? Do it in like, their direction." The last thing he wanted was to return to his den with Dante's sick all over him. A shiver made his fur stand up. Sure he enjoyed bloodshed and carnage, he didn'T like gross stuff like what had been in people's stomachs all over him. Blegh. He had no clue why Kold thought it was insulting by turning to Kian after speaking to him, but he shrugged and let it slide. Not like he wanted anything to do with her anyways.

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Suit yourselves. Dante snorted in response to Kold and Kian's departure, rolling his eyes as he watched them leave. Funny, how he was going to consider Kold an acquaintance at some point, but now knowing she judged him for the stunt he pulled? Yeah, no way. "They act like I'm not loyal to The Pitt." He grumbled, half to himself and half to Jormungand. "I may not respect individuals but I certainly am loyal to this group." Was he admitting he didn't respect anyone here? Yes. Did he care? No. He was sure it was pretty obvious at this point anyway.

"I'm not gonna throw up, man." Dante finally replied to Jormun's comment after his mini-rant, deciding to sit up now. He grunted, gritting his teeth at the pain, but seemingly shrugged it off as much as he could.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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JORMUNGAND

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[b]"I've seen you around before, and you seem pretty loyal to me. I dunno what she's on about."[/b] He shrugged, accepting Dante's remark that he held no respect for anyone. "But I mean, props to you for pulling that stunt, by the way, and if I did what you had I'd understand why people would doubt my loyalty." Not like he really had any to the Pitt, he just liked it more than other places. Plus they accepted him into the group, which was pretty nice.
The hybrid then commented that he wasn't going to throw up, to which Jor quipped back with a, "Well congrats to you." Then his optics shone with something looking like concern as the other male for some dumb reason decided to sit up. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned, casting a quick glance at the exposed wound. "I'm not supposed to help you but I've done some training before and I'm pretty sure you need to wetten some kinda cloth and wrap it around, kinda like what you did earlier but an actually clean one." His brow furrowed, in concern or thought he didn't really know.

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Most members of The Pitt were a bunch of pussies, in Dante's mind, and that was only exaggerated by the fact that they all threw a fit when he decided to fight Elsweyr. He was loyal to the group, whether they wanted to accept it or not, he just wasn't loyal to individuals - most certainly not to Gael, that's for sure. "I thought you said you didn't know any medical shit." Dante responded with a snort. "But I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." Maybe once he got home he'd replace his makeshift bandages. Probably. If he didn't pass out first.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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JORMUNGAND

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"Yeah, I don't know any medical shit." He responded with an annoyed eyeroll. "But I've taken enough beatings and I had a sister who knew some things that I picked up, so I'm passing this wonderful  bit of information down to you." He flicked Dante's shoulder with his tail. "Drink some water- cut down the alcohol, at least until you're healed. Drunkness won't help for shit when you're injured."

#psychosocial.

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Hmph. As if he needed advice. Okay, he did, but of course Dante wouldn't admit it out loud. "Mm. I'll keep that in mind." He hummed. "No promises on cutting down on the alcohol though, kinda need that shit to stay sane." Well, there was weed too, he supposed.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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JORMUNGAND

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He pursed his lips in reluctant agreement as Dante promised to drink water but was hesitant on the alcohol. "I mean, I could go to your house right now and confiscate all the drugs and alcohol in there and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, or you can do as I say and not take any until you're fine. Your choice." He offered simply with a shrug and a teasing grin.

#psychosocial.