I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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there was a long pause before blackjack responded, seemed almost at war with himself, like an inner conflict or turmoil of some sort. he didn't know what the other was thinking, couldn't read minds not wanted to try - blackjack probably was a complex creature. who knew what blackjack did in his spare time? he seemed like an active being, however, the scars on his body proved more than enough.

didn't matter what venturo did, now was a time to relax. he was as safe as he possibly could be here. jormungand didn't currently prove threatening to him nor did he have any thoughts of angering the other. this was a time for blackjack to calm down and relax, loosen up and breathe a little bit. blackjack seemed to tense up, then relaxed, having convinced himself that it was alright.

he said he had no preference for alcohol, so jor shrugged. he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a deep gulp. "i have some more small bottles in my satchel if you wanna have a look." his smile widened, softened, and it seemed slightly forced, but it was all better again.

blackjack's optics wandered towards the cards he laid out and jormungand smiled. he asked what jormungand liked to play, and he mused a little bit, pushing his lips out to the side and handing the bottle to the other animal. "do you know how to play blackjack?" a small pun, matching his name. the tip of jor's tail quirked up as the corner of his lip got pulled back wider in a grin, letting the other know he was joking.

#psychosocial.