I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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oscuro was his good luck charm? how interesting. the panther looked at the raven and wondered just how much the pair had to have been through. blackjack bore scars - many a tale, and he couldn't see any on oscuro, but the male was sure the other had seen more than a normal raven should.

a vague answer to his open question. jor furrowed his brow. he'd hoped that blackjack would've been a bit more open, but he was understandable that they weren't exactly the closest of friends yet. he'd need to wait a bit more before the other would be able to properly loosen up and spill his personal secrets. "being able to travel is nice, i do suppose." the panther mused, allowing his gaze to rake over the other's body, analysing the scars and claw-marks. jormungand himself bore a few good ones, not to mention the crocodile burnt into his chest, and he was quite proud of the majority. scars meant you survived, meant you beat the odds and triumphed.

the male assumed it was some sort of mercenary work - travelling, the scars, good pay. "i hope you enjoy your time here in the pitt. i think you would like spending time here." he offered simply in response. he saw a little bit of himself in blackjack too, and there was this aura of mystery around the other. he wanted to ask why blackjack chose the pitt, but he seemed a little bit confused. maybe it was something that had drawn the other to this cursed desert, this warbound group.

his paw slowly moved towards the other, then cut off halfway as it pulled another small bottle out of his bag. blackjack wanted to stand, so jor lifted his shoulders. "i will give myself another card then, no?" he inquired, his smooth voice hanging in the air as he put the bottle down and picked another card. a five. that meant he was at nineteen (19). he glanced slyly at blackjack, then laid the card face-down. "i will stand. what numbers do you have?"

#psychosocial.