03-19-2018, 02:34 AM
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What a loser; Becks lungs are so shitty he can hardly breathe. Bel doesn’t know a lot about being a doctor, but he’d definitely refer to that as a health problem. Course , wasn’t his problem.
The glossy furred mutt casually strolled forward. One person there , Bella. Bel sat himself beside her and took a long drag of his cig. Bel of course , is a hippocritical asshole. If his lungs where planes , the poor passengers would be surviving constant turbulence - and smoke bombs.
He exhales the smoke and gives his clan mate a wry smile. He speaks in a voice he’s sure he’s got low enough to stay out of Becks earshot. Keeps eye contact though as he mumbles. Belial is a master at talking shit, and what’s observable here is an artisan going about his craft.
”Rat king seems aweful bossy, for a new guy.” he exhales more smoke, coughing once. Blue eyes shift to Bella, brow raised a bit as if to say it was something worth thinking about.
Belial is one petty son of a bitch, and he loves it. Gaze rises to Beck again. He looks calm, he’s giving off those strong ‘I bring the trouble’ vibes. He doesn’t bring it, he is the trouble. This is probably why his attempts to stay out of it have been unsuccessful.
”Beck Baby, give me some real work. Fuckin...uh...I got room in my schedule.” he doesn’t say he’s a hard worker , but he’s ready to flip shit if they categorize him as a slacker.
Staying in trouble takes a lot of effort! He’s a busy guy.
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What a loser; Becks lungs are so shitty he can hardly breathe. Bel doesn’t know a lot about being a doctor, but he’d definitely refer to that as a health problem. Course , wasn’t his problem.
The glossy furred mutt casually strolled forward. One person there , Bella. Bel sat himself beside her and took a long drag of his cig. Bel of course , is a hippocritical asshole. If his lungs where planes , the poor passengers would be surviving constant turbulence - and smoke bombs.
He exhales the smoke and gives his clan mate a wry smile. He speaks in a voice he’s sure he’s got low enough to stay out of Becks earshot. Keeps eye contact though as he mumbles. Belial is a master at talking shit, and what’s observable here is an artisan going about his craft.
”Rat king seems aweful bossy, for a new guy.” he exhales more smoke, coughing once. Blue eyes shift to Bella, brow raised a bit as if to say it was something worth thinking about.
Belial is one petty son of a bitch, and he loves it. Gaze rises to Beck again. He looks calm, he’s giving off those strong ‘I bring the trouble’ vibes. He doesn’t bring it, he is the trouble. This is probably why his attempts to stay out of it have been unsuccessful.
”Beck Baby, give me some real work. Fuckin...uh...I got room in my schedule.” he doesn’t say he’s a hard worker , but he’s ready to flip shit if they categorize him as a slacker.
Staying in trouble takes a lot of effort! He’s a busy guy.
BELIAL HELDIVER VASYL
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