POISON PARADISE / open, leaving

[LAZARUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Lazarus had not been in The Ascendants long enough to pin down his own feelings on the place, but in the end, it boiled down to some certainty that he would be here for as long as Gabe wanted them to be. The hybrid called the shots on everything they did, and where Lazarus had at one point chomped at the bit, he'd now settled into the routine. He wasn't unfair, certainly, and so far neither did these people. Still, everywhere he went, there were new faces. It's not quite anxiety that ends up clamping down on the Cane Corso's throat, since anxiety doesn't make his lips curl back and his cropped ears pin down, but it feels dangerously close. Today, he keeps it mostly under control, green eyes unblinking as he watches the stranger retreat. "Have fun," he offers lazily, the words rolling off of his tongue. It sounded sarcastic, but some part of him did perhaps genuinely wish they would. After all, what else in life is there to live for besides having a good time while you could?

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