make cheese, not war // human au, jor

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JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — newblood — pinterest board

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So she was a painter. It hadn't said that in her file, but whatever. He cast a curt glance at the bruises and shrugged it off, pulling his collar down to expose an actually quite new scar, fresh from a scrap a few days ago. "Hello Vale. Call me Jor. Care to tell me a bit about yourself? Aside from the fact  that you don't really care about anything and you're an artist." Not gonna tell zir he read zir file, but he wanted too see how much of it was true or not. Ze then said ze was weird, a loose cannon, not boring. "Heh," His shoulders shook as he chuckled, waving away the same waitress from before.

"Guess that's something we have in common then, eh?" Yeah, also that they were in gangs but whatever. Not going to mention that right now. He'd seen the glint of zir weapon against the lights and was sure he could kill her ze before ze could even blink, but that would be messy. Plus, she was cute.

#psychosocial.