I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

No point bothering to explain that joke then, since his words had flown over the top of the prick’s skull. “Nothin’.” He muttered out, taking a can of coke out from the bag on his shoulder, cracking it open and taking a long sip.

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      He put his bow back hanging on his quiver like always before he looked around himself. ‘Now, this is not Middle-earth. Where am I? And what year is it?’ he asked, now realizing he had to find out where he had happened to get stuck.

I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

    Dante sniffed, gobbing a load onto the floor before cuffing his nose. “So, Robin Hood. Wheres your merry men?” He gave a quick flash of a grin, the cockiness emanating from him as the anger began to drip away from his being.

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     He glanced up at the other one with a slight hint of confusion in his eyes before he shook his head again. ‘I do not have any men. I travel alone,’ he simply replied, not really seeming to be affected by all the nicknames Dante was giving him.

I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

“You already sound fucking stupid.” Dante bit back the latter half of his comment, ruling out using that, though he enjoyed a tussle every now and then he didn’t particularly wish to murder the one who could tell him where he was exactly.

     He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, giving up on arguing with this guy. Instead, he drew his bow and started to look over it like he usually did, testing the string and everything. He was in a foreign place now, and had to be careful so therefore he needed his weapons to be in perfect state.

I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

“No, look barbie. It’s just Dante ok. Dan-te. We clear?” He half frowned at Legolas, biting his lip in the vast irritation emanating from within his throat.

     'And it's Legolas here. Not this Barbie you are talking of. In my land, greeting someone when they first say their name like the way I did is common.. Of course, I would not run around saying the whole sentence again, that… Would just sound plain stupid.’ He shook his head.

Aragorn is judging you.

I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

Dante stared for a moment, soon exhaling. “It’s Dante, okay. If you start spewing any of this ‘Son of Sparda’ bullshit..” He threatened, though soon relaxed as his eyebrows began to unknit from their previous angered position.

     The elf raised an eyebrow once again, shaking his head as he tried to go through his memory, but found none of anything named Sparda. ‘Do not worry, I have no memory of this Sparda. ‘Nor do I judge someone from whom they are sons of. Very well then, Dante, Son of Sparda. Now I do not need to look at you as any stranger no more.’ He smiled kindly for the first time.

I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!

seedofsparda:

Dante nodded, putting his thumbs into his belt-loops as he stared at the other. “You heard me. Princess.” He gave a lowly smirk. “It’s an insult, look it up.” Though the anger had passed, the Nephilim surely wasn’t much of a kind man considering his violent demeanor  his aggressive nature, and his distaste towards pompous strangers with hair longer that Kat’s.

      'An insult? I do not see why that would be an insult of any kind. If the problem is that I look like a female to you, then it does not affect me much. I could not care less about people mistaking my gender.' He started to feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason. His senses told him to keep a watch on this guy, but he did not know why. 'And you still haven't told me your name, Ruthaer.’ Whenever he spoke that Elvish word, the r was rolling as in a purr of a cat.