Cure of a no heart
06-27-2013, 01:59 PM
Demonio would never understand what drove Dragneel to want to pursue that type of lifestyle, but the ivory man would hold no judgment against him. He was a fellow Tortugan, therefore he would accept him as he was. It obvious their meeting wasn't going anywhere. He would never be able to convince the lad that he was indeed an equal and the russet man would never be able to get through to the porcelain brute that serving others was his place in the world. They were from two different spectrums and would most likely never be able to understand one another. And that was fine with Demonio. Dragneel stood, stretching his legs and he took that as his cue to leave. Limbs unscrambled themselves from beneath his massive frame, hoisting back onto all four paws. It was nice to meet you Dragneel. Maybe we'll run into each other sometime again and I can meet little Seraphine. With a dip of his head the white man turned and headed back in the direction he came, possibly to run into another member or maybe just relax for the rest of the day. EXIT DEMONIO (unless stopped by Dragneel) Talk like this |