Unfortunately. I'd offer you a ride on the bike, but if we're going shopping...
[ he seems resolved now, that he's been pressganged into Errands. thinking about Errands at least gives him an out to the rest of the frustrations he's feeling, his voice still weirdly detached as Vergil groks onto what Wolfwood's getting at fairly quickly, the smaller man giving a shrug. ]
Bit weird to have beef with a toddler when you're in your early twenties and he's technically not quite two.
[ one hand sneaks out of his pocket to itch at a bit of the stubble on his chin, eyes still pinned on the red flower on the wall. ]
Politely, which red idiot? But Red Idiot the Lesser is... yeah. Trying to help his little-big brother. Kid apparently does all of his shitty little stuff from a place of fear, which, you know, sucks for him, but it really doesn't do anything for how much I want to give him something to be scared about before I pop his head like a grape.
[ and then he has the decency to wince, still not proud of that particular cluster of confusing, ugly feelings, raw and red and dripping out of him like so much ichor. ]
But if Vash is gonna fix the little fucker, he doesn't need me in the way--and since Dante's not human, I figured Dante could hone in on stabilizing the little tyke bomb, but apparently everybody knows what's better for me and that little shit than I do, so now I'm here on your good graces and everybody wants to ignore the black spot on the horizon in favor of positive thinking.
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[ he seems resolved now, that he's been pressganged into Errands. thinking about Errands at least gives him an out to the rest of the frustrations he's feeling, his voice still weirdly detached as Vergil groks onto what Wolfwood's getting at fairly quickly, the smaller man giving a shrug. ]
Bit weird to have beef with a toddler when you're in your early twenties and he's technically not quite two.
[ one hand sneaks out of his pocket to itch at a bit of the stubble on his chin, eyes still pinned on the red flower on the wall. ]
Politely, which red idiot? But Red Idiot the Lesser is... yeah. Trying to help his little-big brother. Kid apparently does all of his shitty little stuff from a place of fear, which, you know, sucks for him, but it really doesn't do anything for how much I want to give him something to be scared about before I pop his head like a grape.
[ and then he has the decency to wince, still not proud of that particular cluster of confusing, ugly feelings, raw and red and dripping out of him like so much ichor. ]
But if Vash is gonna fix the little fucker, he doesn't need me in the way--and since Dante's not human, I figured Dante could hone in on stabilizing the little tyke bomb, but apparently everybody knows what's better for me and that little shit than I do, so now I'm here on your good graces and everybody wants to ignore the black spot on the horizon in favor of positive thinking.
You wanted groceries or some shit, right.