08-21-2018, 02:50 AM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
Ah, smoking. Such a destructive habit, but one that Dante happened to do often. The Strong Arm was rarely seen without a cig in his mouth - er, rather awkwardly placed between his fangs as he walked. The only time he ever really used his paws to smoke was whenever he was sitting down or laying down to relax, since he didn’t want to get sand in the damn thing as he patrolled the border. Dante said nothing as he came over and stood next to Ninazu, eyeing the cig in Desperado’s mouth.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛