Blacktail Deer Plateau the devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest

lmfao you're welcome! i'm gonna go ahead and wrap this up, feel free to boot us out of the bdp usergroup~

maybe someday they will feel differently :C *band-aids broship*

He had certain struck a nerve there. Never quite his intention, Mordecai's ears finally laid back. In spite of the urge to try and reason, he had learned there was no point in such pursuits under the circumstances that presented themselves now. And so he did not linger, did not seek to draw his gaze more firmly to that of Dante's.

Mordecai turned swiftly to leave with enough sense to keep his posturing low, if only to stave off any inclination that he needed to be driven out. He didn't need any more prompting to merely get going and get out of there. By the time he sought Harlyn out just behind the borders of the Plateau, a certain numbness had come to him over the event, and with it came the composure that it was truly time to go.

They had no more time to waste.