03-16-2018, 08:34 PM
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Belial was notorious for being a rougher kind of guy, grew up on the streets- but you learn a thing or two about the importance of camaraderie there. This kind of weather was horrible for his lungs, but the real fun was in trying not to cough. Consider this a test of strength- and his willingness to be knee deep in sopping wet grass. He was mellow by the time he reached Belladonna, and the reason he was here was easily explainable as he was thinking. Walking and thinking, getting existential because he....he's aware he's sort of an asshole, and it doesn't sit that well with him.
It didn't sit well with him because he liked to believe he had control of what kind of person he was - and right now was an opportunity to prove he was as civil as anyone else, despite his standoffish demeanor.
"Hey, girly if yous need a place to stay, I've been squatting here for a while now - I know the ins and outs. Just follow me."
"fuckin......fuck....god I can't wait to have a nice smoke, ya know? Hate this weather, dyin' to get inside."
Can't light one up while it's raining.
"Amunet, you should come too. Weathers shit. Standin' out here is stupid. Just up north I found a nice abandoned shed, sort of. From my experience, it's pretty leak proof....which means we all benefit." Bel flashes them a trashy grin, fur just as plastered down as the rest of them - which he didn't like. He was a small dog, had to look sharp. Thats the difference between being a little pack leader, and just a mutt who got wet.
While walking, he takes a moment to look back. "And don't sweat it Bella, you got defense. I know how to fight - Amunet is this close to scaring me straight, gay as I am. No ones gunna fuck with you when rolling with us. Promise."
Counterfeit hypocrite, holy shit
[div style="width: 57%;font-family: arial;font-size: 12px;color: #black;text-align: justify;margin-top: -5px;line-height: 95%;"]Belial was notorious for being a rougher kind of guy, grew up on the streets- but you learn a thing or two about the importance of camaraderie there. This kind of weather was horrible for his lungs, but the real fun was in trying not to cough. Consider this a test of strength- and his willingness to be knee deep in sopping wet grass. He was mellow by the time he reached Belladonna, and the reason he was here was easily explainable as he was thinking. Walking and thinking, getting existential because he....he's aware he's sort of an asshole, and it doesn't sit that well with him.
It didn't sit well with him because he liked to believe he had control of what kind of person he was - and right now was an opportunity to prove he was as civil as anyone else, despite his standoffish demeanor.
"Hey, girly if yous need a place to stay, I've been squatting here for a while now - I know the ins and outs. Just follow me."
"fuckin......fuck....god I can't wait to have a nice smoke, ya know? Hate this weather, dyin' to get inside."
Can't light one up while it's raining.
"Amunet, you should come too. Weathers shit. Standin' out here is stupid. Just up north I found a nice abandoned shed, sort of. From my experience, it's pretty leak proof....which means we all benefit." Bel flashes them a trashy grin, fur just as plastered down as the rest of them - which he didn't like. He was a small dog, had to look sharp. Thats the difference between being a little pack leader, and just a mutt who got wet.
While walking, he takes a moment to look back. "And don't sweat it Bella, you got defense. I know how to fight - Amunet is this close to scaring me straight, gay as I am. No ones gunna fuck with you when rolling with us. Promise."