[ it was probably better this way, that Vergil didn't care. Wolfwood was almost getting used to living in a place where people seemed to care too damn much--he was starting to make the mistake of trusting people instead of treating them with uncertain suspicion whenever he met them.
he bites back a petulant sigh, because he's not a child even if he feels put out, hands in his pockets and Cross Punisher in his betweenspace as he reluctantly follows Vergil like a well kicked dog--though the concept of 'employment' is an interesting one.
... especially if Wolfwood never gets to go home again. he can't live on Dante's couch forever. ]
And what would working for you entail?
[ locking his messy feelings away in a box, because Vergil doesn't care and Wolfwood is quick to recognize that, sliding into the pretty white car without much preamble as he's briefly stuck between taking up as little space as possible and sprawling.
no subject
he bites back a petulant sigh, because he's not a child even if he feels put out, hands in his pockets and Cross Punisher in his betweenspace as he reluctantly follows Vergil like a well kicked dog--though the concept of 'employment' is an interesting one.
... especially if Wolfwood never gets to go home again. he can't live on Dante's couch forever. ]
And what would working for you entail?
[ locking his messy feelings away in a box, because Vergil doesn't care and Wolfwood is quick to recognize that, sliding into the pretty white car without much preamble as he's briefly stuck between taking up as little space as possible and sprawling.
he chooses to sprawl. ]