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// mentions of murder
Depsite Vagabond and Bugsy having stark differences—different species, mannerisms, and so forth—perhaps they were similar in a single respect — their backgrounds. He had never been a human, although he had done dirty work for a gang back in the city. He had been recruited a young, tender age, and the rest was history. From relaying messages all across town to performing hits on specific targets, Bugsy had been trained in the art of assassination ( if you could even call it that; it was more like sloppily ripping a body apart and making a mess of himself ). A part of him, admittedly, missed life in a real street gang, but he knew that he'd be as good as dead if he stepped one paw onto those streets again. Bugsy had now resorted to these people... who weren't bad but they just weren't the same.
The Beauceron set his sights on the rather interesting creature before him, and he made a "tch" sound in between his teeth. He slid up by Jiyu, cocking his head animatedly at the masked hellhound. "Gee, aren't you an edgeord." Bugsy commented, the smartass he was. To answer Vagabond's initial question, he gave a shrug. "Eh, I don't really know either. It's like a giant dysfunctional family." Although he didn't necessarily consider the Rosebloods family at this point. "But you gotta' stay or go, pal. Ain't got all day."
Depsite Vagabond and Bugsy having stark differences—different species, mannerisms, and so forth—perhaps they were similar in a single respect — their backgrounds. He had never been a human, although he had done dirty work for a gang back in the city. He had been recruited a young, tender age, and the rest was history. From relaying messages all across town to performing hits on specific targets, Bugsy had been trained in the art of assassination ( if you could even call it that; it was more like sloppily ripping a body apart and making a mess of himself ). A part of him, admittedly, missed life in a real street gang, but he knew that he'd be as good as dead if he stepped one paw onto those streets again. Bugsy had now resorted to these people... who weren't bad but they just weren't the same.
The Beauceron set his sights on the rather interesting creature before him, and he made a "tch" sound in between his teeth. He slid up by Jiyu, cocking his head animatedly at the masked hellhound. "Gee, aren't you an edgeord." Bugsy commented, the smartass he was. To answer Vagabond's initial question, he gave a shrug. "Eh, I don't really know either. It's like a giant dysfunctional family." Although he didn't necessarily consider the Rosebloods family at this point. "But you gotta' stay or go, pal. Ain't got all day."
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