09-05-2018, 01:18 PM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
A hiss escaped Dante's lips as Quill spoke to him and the hybrid turned his cold gaze towards the other male, clear rage showing in his eyes. Although Dante acted like he was much higher to everyone - and technically he was, in a sense - he couldn't outright say that. No, to everyone else, he was just your average Pitt member. Even so, regardless if he held the rank of Strong Arm, it was likely he would still the exact same. "They are slaves." Dante growled in reply to Quill, digging his claws into the sand. "They are not to speak unless spoken to." That's what he believed, anyway.
Dante briefly took note of Stryker as the male came over and heard the guy's words but of course, simply choose to ignore him. His focus was on Quill right now and the burning hatred he felt for the guy. 'Dropping it', as Stryker put it, wasn't something the hybrid did often, if at all.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.Dante briefly took note of Stryker as the male came over and heard the guy's words but of course, simply choose to ignore him. His focus was on Quill right now and the burning hatred he felt for the guy. 'Dropping it', as Stryker put it, wasn't something the hybrid did often, if at all.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛