“ I bet you think women really dig your room temperature IQ. “ Fight him in the pit (verbally)
↪ Morgan Bromwich // Dragged into Limbo …
❛ ❛ Alright - okay, dick. Got jokes, don't you? So fucking HILARIOUS that I forgot to laugh! ❜ ❜ Words laced with sarcasm, clicking his tongue &. right pointer finger's pressed to the man's chest with swift aggression. Slit brow twitched, eyes of silver PIERCED one filled with uncertainty - Dante had never been one with civil interaction in regards to other people ... he's always been one to drown himself in sex &. alcohol. It's easier. Being the lone wolf with attitude issues had been his safe way in getting through life. Doing anything he sought to please; which often landed him behind bars, which is a breeze in the park when breaking out, or in the depths of Limbo. Fighting &. killing whatever SHIT SUCKING DEMON dragged him down there to begin with to reach the surface once more.
A huff follows, bringing hand back to his side &. shoving it in his pocket. His features relaxed, more so leaning into the stance of a cocky asshole; ❛ ❛ You ain't even WORTH the lead in my girls. Gotta work harder than that to get so lucky. ~ ❜ ❜