I taste of iron and water // Visit, kinda??

[SirDio]

I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste

of the blood on my lips again

The brute had stayed silent as Brutei scolded him and spoke in his stance to the others. As he stood up, wincing at the small bit of pain on his haunches where Vaas had cut at him, he let his gaze lay on no one, instead opting to keep his eyes downcast. Even Quasar's appearance caused no reaction. He mistook a stranger for an enemy and now his boss was mad.

"Dante." His eyes drifted to Brutei. The oriental didn't look at him, but there was a tense, angered feel around him. "You pull this stupid stunt again and I'll have every reason to tell you off. I don't need you, but you make for a good asset. Don't fu-" There was hesitation. "Don't mess it up."

"I... I'm sorry. I made a mistake and it won't happen again. I.. joined recently and wasn't informed on our allies." He spoke gruffly, refusing to meet eyes with anyone. His throat felt tight against the spike collar, but he caught glimpse of Brutei flicking his tail; the signal for Dante to leave. "I'll be fine, Dante. Go back to the island. I trust you know your way."

With only a gentle nod, the bear-dog turned on his heel and began to leave the scene. First a slow walk, then a quickening pace until he ran from them. He was sure of more scolding from Brutei.

Out//

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