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SeeD 4 - Pour Another One
WHO: Dante + Wolfood + Vash, maybe an appearance of Libra
WHERE: vASH'S cottage out in the woods, on his farmgarden
WHEN: Some time after Vergil's BearLog
WHAT: Dante shows up at Vash and Wolfwood's place needing to loosen the brain a bit. Three idiots get drunk.
WARNINGS: Alchohol, probably a lot of flirting. Three idiots getting drunk and having a good time, whatever that might entail. Might have some violence at the start? The three of them love guns.
[ it hasn't gotten super late yet--late enough that the single sun was setting, leaving the sky a somewhat orange-greying hue as he and at least one of his roommates sit with him next to the river out back behind the cottage. There's a bit of a rocky beachlike area next to it, and since Vash has come to live there, he had made it one of his first personal projects to dig a sort of fire pit down there. Surrounded with rocks and close enough to the water to be easily put out--he and Wolfwood are sitting together on a big, fallen log that he'd dragged over some weeks ago to sit on.
There's some roasting sticks put over a crackling fire that's going in the pit--with a half dozen gutted river fish hanging over it, as well as some silvery wrapped vegetables from the garden thrown directly onto the embers under the live flame. Dinner prep for people who don't have electricity, go.
Between them there's also a few bottles of amber-coloured liquid, and as they're cooking dinner, they've cracked into a small drink. Nothing wrong with a bit of whiskey before dinner.
They aren't exactly expecting a visitor so late, but. It's not like Vash will be opposed when Dante does show up--but for now he's focused on idle chatter with his friend. ]
Yeah, no, worms in this world are pathetic. They're like, single-bodied tubes that wiggle around in the dirt. No eyes, no wings, and they're slimy, too.
I met a real good kid in town a few days ago who taught me how to fish, so. While we can't really keep fresh meat out here, you can probably try some of this to see if it's to your taste.
[ no fish on noman's land, who knows if wolfwood would like it. ]
WHERE: vASH'S cottage out in the woods, on his farmgarden
WHEN: Some time after Vergil's BearLog
WHAT: Dante shows up at Vash and Wolfwood's place needing to loosen the brain a bit. Three idiots get drunk.
WARNINGS: Alchohol, probably a lot of flirting. Three idiots getting drunk and having a good time, whatever that might entail. Might have some violence at the start? The three of them love guns.
[ it hasn't gotten super late yet--late enough that the single sun was setting, leaving the sky a somewhat orange-greying hue as he and at least one of his roommates sit with him next to the river out back behind the cottage. There's a bit of a rocky beachlike area next to it, and since Vash has come to live there, he had made it one of his first personal projects to dig a sort of fire pit down there. Surrounded with rocks and close enough to the water to be easily put out--he and Wolfwood are sitting together on a big, fallen log that he'd dragged over some weeks ago to sit on.
There's some roasting sticks put over a crackling fire that's going in the pit--with a half dozen gutted river fish hanging over it, as well as some silvery wrapped vegetables from the garden thrown directly onto the embers under the live flame. Dinner prep for people who don't have electricity, go.
Between them there's also a few bottles of amber-coloured liquid, and as they're cooking dinner, they've cracked into a small drink. Nothing wrong with a bit of whiskey before dinner.
They aren't exactly expecting a visitor so late, but. It's not like Vash will be opposed when Dante does show up--but for now he's focused on idle chatter with his friend. ]
Yeah, no, worms in this world are pathetic. They're like, single-bodied tubes that wiggle around in the dirt. No eyes, no wings, and they're slimy, too.
I met a real good kid in town a few days ago who taught me how to fish, so. While we can't really keep fresh meat out here, you can probably try some of this to see if it's to your taste.
[ no fish on noman's land, who knows if wolfwood would like it. ]
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the cat ears are nowhere in sight.
he has a pair of shot glasses tucked between his fingers, using his other hand to pour a nice amount of liquor into them. he spins the cap back into place with a thumb on the bottle, offering vash his outstretched hand for their--second? shot of the night.]
I mean. That's kind of nice, all things considered. Don't gotta worry about some massive hive beast hopping out of the dirt and eating your garden or part of the city up the way, if the worms are just little wet tubes.
Fish can't be any worse than burnt worm meat or week old Tomas. You could kill a man with week old Tomas.
[ has wolfwood killed a man with tough bird meat? vash will be left to wonder as he curls his fingers around his own shot, raising it to clink with vash's. ]
It all smells pretty nice, at least. Maybe you should give that kid some vegetables and fruits as thanks.
[ and it's not because wolfwood has a soft spot for kids, shut up. ]
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the why, in the end, doesn't particularly matter, what's important is that he needed space and they are the unfortunate recipients of his presence. unfortunate because dante's choice of arrival, specifically, involved the very same form that caused the problem in the first place.
dante lands nearby with a heavy sound, but it isn't exactly dante that lands but a creature around the same height if you ignore the horns protruding from its head. wings shift and fold back against him, breath heavy from the flight, as glowing eyes seek them out.
uh, so... hey guys. ]
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For now though, he's spinning each of those fish skewers over the fire slowly to get a nice even browning over the silvery skins--chuckling; he takes the shot from the other, clinking the glasses together as wolfwood admits that yeah. fucking worms are much better this way. ]
I keep getting paranoid a big one is gonna' burrow up under the cabbage patch and eat half the garden but it never happens, it's great.
And no worries, I gave him a huge basket of apples I'd brought to town as a thanks and told him he-
[ and that's where his sentence cuts off as he catches a glimpse of something red and glowing approaching. Turning where he's sitting on that log, lifting his head up as seafoam-green eyes flick up to... try to figure out what the hell it was.
Not that he needed long to identify it as it just. LANDS. Right there, near them. A sort of quickening panic rising in his chest as he looks the monster over. Because 'monster' is truly the only thing that comes to mind when he looks at it, what with the great crown of horns sloping up a tooth-filled maw, pulsating red muscles under a buglike, black carapace that covers the being's entire body.
On its back a set of wings fold up behind him, but not nearly enough to hide the hypnotic, glowing pattern that likewise pulses like some sort of heartbeat with their exposed veins.
...He doesn't go for his gun, the thing holstered at his hip. He's not wearing his big fancy coat, merely the strappy, black undersuit that's comprised of far too many belts, but peacemaker is readily available at his side, but he doesn't go for it.
Always opting for speak first, attack later. ]
--Who are you? [ his voice however, is dangerously tense, his only arm coming up to cover wolfwood, instinct first and foremost to protect him, of course. as it always is. ] --Are you in trouble? Or are you here looking for it.
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At least you got another basket of apples off our asses, we're gonna have to learn how to cook at this rate if we don't wanna waste--
[ and then a lot of things happen all at once.
some? one? something? comes landing in the garden--too controlled to be a crash-landing, too big and strange looking to be anything less than a threat. it reminds him, in a way, of how worms glow, their fluorescent insides glimmering through their bodies as they sing, electric, to one another. vash's arm comes up and the idiot doesn't go for his gun
of course he doesn't
he never does the sensible thing and never uses his perfectly good gun
wolfwood's eyes dart to Cross Punisher--near, but somewhat dug into the group, belted up and covered chastely, and considering how fast the whatever the fuck that was came in, he's not sure he can get it into firing position before the whatever the fuck is on top of him and vash, at which point his gun is as much of a help as it is a hindrance. all that aside, vash has a hand thrown in front of him--he almost wants to bite the man for that--but in the next second wolfwood spots Peacebringer sitting pretty in her idiot owner's holster, so wolfwood makes an executive decision
while Vash talks and tries to reason, Wolfwood grabs his gun, steadies his arms on Vash's outstretched arm, and pops off a pair of shots, aiming right for the glowy center of whatever the fuck's come a-tapping at their proverbial chamber door ]
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─Shit! Ow, hey! Sorry, it's just me!
[ his balance doesn't last very long, falling to the ground with another heavy sound as his body immediately works to reject the bullets from him. the look he gives them is sheepish, exhausted, hidden by the mess of his hair. dante groans, bullets popping from his chest with a wet sound and falling to the sand beneath him. ]
Hey...
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He turns his head as Wolfwood's hands touch his arms and the two gunshots ring off before Vash can really react--but he's certainly GRABBING for his gun--
His head turning to the side to look at the monster as it falls to the ground. His gun shoots off .45 rounds, unlike the Vash YOU know, Wolfwood. Piddly .22s can barely kill a rabbit, but those .45 rounds has dante on his ass in moments. Dante. It's DANTE? He grabs Wolfwood by the collar, giving him a hard SHAKE with an angry look on his face. ]
Why the HELL did you do that?! Don't shoot first, you idiot--!
[ no time to be angry, he's gonna drop wolfwood's collar and run over to where Dante is, hand up as he tries to look him over. Fuck. Fuck. ]
--Shit, are you--
[ ...and those bullets are ... rolling out of his chest. Good god, Vash has never felt faster relief in his life. ]
You scared the crap outta me. I dunno how you healed so fast, but I'm glad for it.
[ he's gonna offer him a hand... !! ]
...That. Monster form was crazy.
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Vash's gun--not his Vash's gun, not his heavy brick of a firearm that he's quicker to swing than the fire--kicks in Wolfwood's hands but he holds firm, even as the creature recoils, and then it isn't a creature, it's Dante--
Vash (not his Vash, and yet) grabs him by the collar and shakes him, screams at him, and maybe, if Vash hadn't been yelling at him and full of fear for the possibility that Wolfwood had just shot their friend, he might've seen the shift in Wolfwood's expression. it's a momentary sorrow and fear that hardens, teeth set and lips downturned as Wolfwood steels himself to potentially live with the fact that he's killed another friend.
Zazie the Beast giggles in his ears, an electric hive buzzes at the back of his brain. ]
Better to shoot first than wait too long and regret it.
[ Vash races to Dante and Wolfwood follows at a slower pace, still holding Vash's gun as he comes in his wake--and it is, in some ways, a relief to hear the bullets patter out of Dante's chest, achingly familiar to Wolfwood who, uh, does the same thing when his body is working right. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, sliding his finger off the trigger of Vash's pistol. ]
Maybe don't land places looking all crazy as hell next time.
[ sorry stays locked behind his teeth, because he's not sorry that he shot. he's not sorry that Dante might've paid for it if he were anyone else. Wolfwood does the thing he knows best, and he does it well, and he cannot bring himself to be sorry about that. ]
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as if to show that there is nothing to worry about, dante pulls his shirt (another nice one that vergil gave him) up and wipes the blood from his skin. see? he's fine. perfectly fine. still hurt like a bitch though and it takes a couple of seconds to get his breath back. ]
Yeah, that's my fault. Wasn't thinking. [ he accepts vash's hand, using the other man's weight to pull himself back up to his feet. ] I'm... not human? As if that wasn't obvious. [ he laughs, a touch awkward. ] I'm half-demon and what you saw was my demonic form... Not exactly the way I had been planning on telling you about it but, well, par for the fucking course today.
[ dante catches wolfwood's gaze, then, an apologetic smile finding his lips. ]
Good shot, by the way.
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He's gonna offer the man a hand with a bit of a sheepish laugh. ]
I had no idea. It's... definitely a crazy form, I'm not really used to seeing things like that. [ he'll quietly keep it to himself for now--the fact that he's some weird creature too! but, it honestly washes over him in a weird sort of relief that he isn't alone in this world at all. mikleo, dante, zulius, eve
all beings that are far less afraid to admit what they are... it actually does wonders for how he feels about his own 'monsterous' self. not that he's about to tell dante that. He's gonna help him get to his feet. ]
I'm glad you came to visit, though. ...But you came in a big rush. Didn't even call ahead. [ ...gonna smack him a bit once he's up though don't
COMPLIMENT nico for shooting you dude what the fuck ]
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Wolfwood shot the guy, the least he could do was commiserate for a minute. ]
You're not in too weird of company for that, uncle Scruffy. Blondie's not human either and I probably have a bunch of asterisks next to my species when they're filling out forms about me. [ it's a deadpan quip as he clicks his lighter shut, blowing a plume of smoke as he continues he approach towards the other two men, still trying to look like he wasn't too riled up about what just went down.
he does manage a little smirk when Dante compliments him, though, raising the hand with Vash's gun in it to do a little lazy salute from his temple. it does a lot to help him... relax, a little. ]
Sooo. Clearly you wouldn't show up like this if something wasn't up. You need help hidin' a body, or makin' one, or?
[ he's so cool and calm and over it guys, it's totally fine. He offers Vash's gun out to him hilt first when he comes even to the two of them, taking another drag off his cigarette. ]
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he's back up on his feet now, giving vash's a little squeeze before letting go, a silent apology for the heart attack. he dusts himself down before idly poking at the holes in his shirt, the blood is already drying sticking parts of it to his skin. he'll have to clean himself up before he goes home, maybe he'll go to nero's to shower once he leaves. ]
Neither. [ dante's gaze moves to vash, his expression twisting into something a little pained. ] Remember that brother I told you about? [ he could bullshit his way through this, come up with some sort of explanation that works but it's vash. he likes vash, hell he likes wolfwood, and he feels like he should at least try to be honest with them. ] I messed up some things, needed some space. Here's the first place I thought of.
[ it definitely says something that he thought of them first, of this place first. he could have easily gone to nero's to put some distance between him and vergil, but he didn't. he chose them. ]
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He's gonna give Dante a tap on his shoulder--an attempt at being reassuring, before cutting Wolfwood an exasperated look for just. Straight up saying that. ...it's fine, though, Dante just had his whole demon ass out in front of them, so... ]
I remember you mentioning your brother. Your twin, yeah? He's in the city, then? [ that's news to him. He looks ... worried, for a moment, knowing his OWN issues with his twin, so... he looks sympathetic. Both because well. What if this twin is mad at him? Or... no, just.
He's gonna start walking over towards the fire he and wolfwood made, beckoning the pair to follow him. Come on, join them.
He gives Wolfwood a glance, one that's somewhat tired, but... after a moment it's a smile as he takes Peacemaker back. He'll re-holster it, tapping the clip over the handle. You got that off him way too fast, man. Same old Wolfwood. ]
Wanna talk about it? You don't gotta', if it was a lot, but. Hey. Sometimes getting stuff off your chest feels good, yeah??
We're just making dinner, so. If you wanna join us.
We got some whiskey out, too.
If it's space you need in your head, whiskey's usually a good solution.
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he gives Vash a look right back as the man gives him the stinkeye, shrugging and only relaxing when Vash takes his gun back, finally, following in Vash and Dante's wake as the two of them turn in towards each other. Vash is a ray of sunshine, after all, and Dante seems to need some light--which, hey, you don't come to Wolfwood for comfort or commiseration for sibling problems.
Wolfwood's sibling is dead, after all. It's probably his fault, and we're not gonna think about that either as he puts a little juice in his motion so that he steps around Dante, around Vash, letting them go together while he pulls ahead just a little, hands in his pockets and shoulders pulled in. You don't come to Wolfwood for comfort. Man hasn't been comfortable in years. ]
God save me from twins. [ he grumbles, reclaiming his spot on the log and immediately fishing up his shot glass and Vash's, picking up the bottle of whiskey they'd been working on to pour two incredibly generous shots, holding them up in anticipation of the Red Coat Society coming to join him. ]
You'll need to take two to catch up with us, uncle Scruffy.
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it makes something twist in his chest. ]
Whiskey sounds fantastic. [ far better than talking about it, than thinking about the look on his twin's face as the memory overcame him. ] A few bottles of whiskey and then maybe I'll consider talking about it.
[ dante saunters over to the log, taking one of the shots from wolfwood and tossing it back without a moment's hesitation. it burns going down as he sits himself down beside wolfwood, his demonic blood already trying to fight against the alcohol hitting his system. he takes the other shot with a grin, throwing that one back with the exact same gusto, exclaiming happily as the amber liquid sears his throat. ]
Think I'll just enjoy the company of my two favorite people in the city for a little while, you know?
[ he hands both shot glasses back to the wolfwood, offering both him and vash a wide grin that only just manages to reach his eyes. ]
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[ wolfwood's been a work in progress. the man really didn't know what it was like to be safe--happy, comfortable, regardless of the fact how safe a place it was out here, in the woods, on a little farm where there was noone looking for them. No bounty on Vash's head, no Eye of Michael puppeting Wolfwood's actions with the threat of his childhood orphanage hung over a fire.
Vash was doing his best to settle the man down but. ...Maybe a second friend in the mix was actually a good idea. Vash seems settled with it, honestly, as he moves to sit down, reaching out to start pulling the fish skewers off the fire, the things maybe having overcooked a little while they dealt with a shot-up dante. ]
Sorry that we don't have a third glass. But there's nothing wrong with sharing, either. Also, here, eat. If you drink on an empty stomach, you'll be sick as a dying worm tomorrow.
Potatoes should be done too, if you wanna' unwrap them, Nico.
[ two of my favorite people in the city.
There's something that swirls in Vash's stomach when Dante says that. Maybe it's just lip service, but. In the moment, he chooses to believe it's Genuine. He finds a smile starting to sit cleanly on his face. ]
You can stay as long as you need, too. There's only one bed in the house, between us, but. It's a pretty big bed. And I don't sleep much.
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let alone two people's favorite person, some treacherous part of him whispers, maybe even three if they gave proper due to the dead. ]
If we're his favorite people, he shouldn't be scared of a little spit between pals, eh. Anyhow, congrats, big D, you've nominated yourself shot-guy because you're sitting overtop the booze. Vash can't do it because he's down a limb, and if you don't wanna do it, I can, but you don't get to whine about me rooting around between your legs in that case.
[ Vash continues to play immaculate host as Wolfwood uses a stick to pull the potatoes towards him--and then being that Wolfwood is a stupid boy, he spends the next few minutes trying to open the hotass foil and cursing about it until he manages to free three potatoes from their full metal jackets, sucking on his thumb briefly as he passes the toasty hot spuds out, taking a fish skewer in turn and giving it a little sniff. ]
Smells better than roast worm and doesn't make the same concerning sounds that roast tomas makes. We're off to a good start.
[ he's never seen fish before. He'll take a minute to examine the skewer and figure out the best way to attack the creature, biting into his potato because it's safer ground--and cursing immediately when it burns his tongue, chewing fast to master the pain. ]
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but it is genuine, in dante's case, obvious in the way his guard drops around them. in the way he relaxes in the space between both wolfwood and vash as though it's the most natural thing in the world. as if he holds absolutely no fear of either of them reaching over and tearing his throat out. ]
There's no ifs about it, Wolfy. [ two can play the nickname game. ] Besides, who said I would be complaining? [ still he grabs the bottle of whiskey and pours the shots, handing one to vash and the other to wolfwood before taking a swig of the bottle himself. yup, the whiskey was a great idea. ] I'm getting the feeling you're not talking about an actual wiggly little earthworm, right?
[ he spares vash a look before taking one of the skewers from vash, turning to watch wolfwood open the roast potatoes with varying degrees of success. it shouldn't be so funny, but it kind of is, giving dante something to focus on that is considerably easier to digest. the laughter doesn't come until wolfwood bites into his still freshly freed potato, cursing as it burns his tongue, and determinedly continues to chew. ]
You good there, bud?
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Wolfy. That nickname makes him grin and chuckle, as he puts the shot glass down on Dante's knee, using his one good hand to pick up his own skewer. Not even one bit afraid to just bite the head off his fish, pulling meat from bone before throwing what he decides isn't edible in the fire. ]
Nope. Earthworms here? Tiny. Wiggly. Back on Noman's land, they come in varying sizes. Some about as big as your hand--glowin' green and flying around. Others are like birds. Then there are the giant ones. Big as whales, swim under the sand. Can swallow whole buildings. They're good eating.
[ time for him to cut a glance at wolfwood too--who's deciding to burn his mouth off with a potato. ...Vash is deciding to laugh at it, letting his shoulders shake with the motion. ]
Let it cool down first, dummy.
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he makes a face at Wolfy, the nicknamer really not used to being the nicknamed, eyeballing Vash's technique and following suit once he's swallowed enough potato that he'd not about to give himself spud-related asphyxiation problems. ]
Both of you shut the fuck up. I'll do what I want.
[ the potato and the fish blends together--nicely, Wolfwood thinks, in a way that maybe someone who hadn't grown up in a shitty, literal food desert might not think, but since Wolfwood did grow up in a shitty literal food desert, he's too much of a feral dog to complain about starch and fish with salt enough to make it Pretty Good.
you might even catch him crunching a few of the bones, if you listen carefully enough. ]
We were inside a big worm once. I cut it open with the laser gun on Cross Punisher.
[ he sounds so proud of himself around a mouthful of potato-fish, continuing to eat like the food's going to run out, or he's going to be run off from it. ]
You can smoke the stingers on worms too. Makes for a decent enough tobacco stand in.
[ sometimes, your asshole... friends. are laughing at you, and you decide to say some wild shit to get their minds off making fun of you. so that nobody has to think too hard about the weird start to the night, or the weird start to life in general that all three of them share to various degrees. ]
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[ dante can't blame him for not wanting to talk about his brother, it's a feeling that dante knows intimately well. hell, the whole reason he sought them out was because he needed some space from his brother, as he said. he pushes the thoughts to the side with the glasses on his knee and thigh, both he manages to balance quite well as he refills them both and takes another swing from the bottle right after. ]
I didn't say anything. [ aside from the new nickname that is. that aside dante sets the bottle down to shift his focus onto the fish, taking an unafraid bite. it's been a while since he has had fish, in truth, but there is something about a freshly caught fish roasted nicely on a fire that is quite good. ]
That sounds... You know, I can't really say anything. [ he's having a hard time picturing them but it isn't the most insane thing he has heard before. bugs that are as big as whales? yeah that... that definitely tracks. he makes a mental note to get vash to draw him one later, so he has a better picture than the leviathan he killed all those years ago. ]
You speaking from experince, Wolfy?
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Look, I'm just saying, food tastes a lot better when you aren't sporting mouth wounds. [ and he'll thank dante, as an aside--grabbing up his refilled glass and raising it, letting the harsh, cheap, but effective drink burn its way down his throat, again. He isn't the greatest drinker, he can already feel the effects of being four shots in making his head swim a little. But it's a pleasant feeling, at least, as he sways a little where he sits.
Giving Dante a nudge with his arm. ]
People do some wild shit in the desert, I'm telling you.
Guess it's normal when you're stuck in such'a shitty place and you don't got the wonders of nature to keep you occupied.
[ but now he's lookin at wolfwood too. he doesn't know about the stingers thing--just as he doesn't know about the giant laser worm cutting in half bit. that's new to him, too. ]
Heh.
You were that hard up for a cigarette before?
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[ Wolfwood gives a little shrug as he takes up his shot glass again, juggling his nuclear potato into his fish-stick hand so that he can down his newest drink, make a face that goes from grimace to grin, and then set the glass down neatly.
eat shit and fall down some stairs, millions knives. hundreds spoons. handfuls forks. ]
You were both laughin'. That's what you needed to shut up for, grayhair.
[ he takes another petulant bite of his potato, chewing nosily as Vash fills in some gaps for him--until he's caught both of his compatriots' attention, giving another casual shrug. maybe, maybe the liquor's got him feeling just a little looser, so his shoulders are less burdened with great and terribly purpose and he's feeling pretty fine, so maybe, maybe he can let the Red Coat Society in behind the curtain a little. just a little. ]
S'not like the matrons would buy them for us, so I made due at the orphanage. You'd have to run if the old ladies caught you, too.
[ just casual raised in a desert hellscape things. ]
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Can you blame us? You should've seen the look on your face, it was like a determined hamster.
[ vash nudges him and dante chuckles. ]
Not surprised, you should have seen the shit I got up to trapped in the demon world.
[ they still had to eat and in all honesty the plants there were more likely to kill you than sustain you, so he had to go for the next best thing. what is a bit of cannibalism between demons, really? ]
Ah, sounds like you were their favorite.
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[ he seems ... somewhat annoyed at the idea, following Knives around the desert for decades to keep him out of trouble had been the world's biggest fucking headache. It didn't get much better once the July incident happened, but...
Mmm. He's gonna put his glass down on Dante's leg for another shot. ]
Demons, huh. You said that earlier. That you were a demon. Is your demon world nice as this one? [ he has no idea that there's a separation of worlds, so...
but. now he's taking a moment. a long, long moment. to STARE at Wolfwood as he looks up from his own potato, trying to split it with one hand as he SQUINTS at him. ]
Orphanage.
Smoking wormstingers at ... the orphanage--weren't you, like, eight??
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Feral desert child behavior aside, Wolfwood cuts a look around Dante to Vash as the other man throws out a number and the name of his stupid, stupid brother, snorting as... well. Of course. Of course Vash was old as balls. ]
You don't look a day over seventy-two.
[ he's helping. And unfortunately for him, the 'lessons' he learned at the knee of the Eye of Michael give him just enough information to be dangerous, or in this case, to run his mouth a little when Vash hopes for the best. ]
I know you avoid the whole religion thing because of Two Spoons, a Knife, and a Bent Fork, and I wish that were also me, but demons don't get nice anything usually. [ another thoughtful chew, swallowing hard so he can continue. ] It's part of their punishment for siding against God and His angels or being born wrong or something. Granted, demons in this case is basically just... all of humanity because calling everybody sinners all the time wasn't heavy-handed enough, or fuckin' something, I was not paying attention to the whack jobs while they waxed poetic about it.
Dante's pretty choice for a demon.
[ your church sucks and so do you, Eight Sporks, and that's why Wolfwood is an undertaker and not a priest. There's no comfort in God these days; Knives stole it all.
Wolfwood gives Dante a pat on his shoulder as he--kind of? praises him? tossing what's left of his fish skewer into the fire to burn up, giving his lips a satisfied little lick as he sits back and sighs out his contentment. he's about to finish his potato when Dante goes neutral and Vash goes loud, squinting over at both of them from behind his sunglasses.
... because of course he's still wearing them, even as it eases towards dark. ]
Yeah, so? It was something to do to pass the day other than chores, church, and helping with the littler kids. Everybody needs a hobby, Spikes.
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