01-22-2021, 02:53 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The snow was awful and half the time, Dante contemplated going to The Typhoon and joining them; at least they would have some sort of water source for him to jump into whenever he pleased. Sure, The Pitt had that in the jungle, but with the cold weather, it was frozen over. Infuriating. Not to mention, the cold wasn't something he adjusted to well, given his cold-blooded genes.
"[member=12555]Trygve[/member], huh?" The hybrid rumbled as he approached Requiem, his eyes narrowing at the owl. Her sharp, demanding voice was irritating to hear, but he didn't say anything about it (even if it was obvious he wasn't too keen on seeing their visitor). "He should be 'round somewhere. Hell if I know where. Probably off flirting with Aine or some shit." He snorted, puffing smoke from his cigarette that stayed lodged between his fangs.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
"[member=12555]Trygve[/member], huh?" The hybrid rumbled as he approached Requiem, his eyes narrowing at the owl. Her sharp, demanding voice was irritating to hear, but he didn't say anything about it (even if it was obvious he wasn't too keen on seeing their visitor). "He should be 'round somewhere. Hell if I know where. Probably off flirting with Aine or some shit." He snorted, puffing smoke from his cigarette that stayed lodged between his fangs.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]