08-21-2018, 02:43 AM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
Dante was no stranger to the world of mutations, although he was born with his rather than them spontaneously popping up. The hybrid remembered his teeth hurting whenever they started to grow, though he had always had to deal with the wings on his back. Teeth pain probably felt like nothing compared to growing horns, though, and Dante couldn’t imagine the headache Stryker was probably dealing with.
But you know what help with headaches? Cigs. Now Dante wasn’t the one to share his cigarettes often, considering he had to search far and wide for a pack every time he ran out, since he didn’t have conjuration. It sucked, but he needed his damn cigs. ”Hey nice horns, man.” Dante agreed with Ninazu with a puff of a cigarette as he came over, before pulling out a box that he kept in between his wings. Luckily he never flew (mostly because he didn’t know how, ironically), so he honestly didn’t worry about the pack falling out. It did feel weird to have a box constantly between your feathers, though. ”Need a cig?” He offered, tilting his head.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.But you know what help with headaches? Cigs. Now Dante wasn’t the one to share his cigarettes often, considering he had to search far and wide for a pack every time he ran out, since he didn’t have conjuration. It sucked, but he needed his damn cigs. ”Hey nice horns, man.” Dante agreed with Ninazu with a puff of a cigarette as he came over, before pulling out a box that he kept in between his wings. Luckily he never flew (mostly because he didn’t know how, ironically), so he honestly didn’t worry about the pack falling out. It did feel weird to have a box constantly between your feathers, though. ”Need a cig?” He offered, tilting his head.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛