[ admittedly, some people would be stopped short by a corpse--Basilio's cat-like eyes can see better in the dark, and the smell is undeniable. the presence of a corpse--the idea that the conman had murdered would change the tableau of things, would change the stakes and make the person who'd do something so wicked and drastic too dangerous pursue.
something burns inside of Basilio. he can't call it rage, because he knows what that feeling is--and the thrumming in his proverbial chest has two pulses to it, if he'd take a moment to sort through himself and consider. there's a sort of... righteous purpose, anger that tells him to Fight because an injustice has been done--and there's a more familiar thrumming, an urging to hunt, fight, compete, conquer that Basilio more associates with His Passenger. the two feelings are a heady dose of intravenous courage, and they keep Basilio chasing down the back escapes longer than he should, trying to catch sight of the scammer, but eventually...
well. the hunt isn't worth leaving Del behind. nothing overrides the instinct to return to his sibling to reorient and pick up his next set of marching orders.
he swears something fierce and doubles back the way he came, kissing his teeth as the light flickers on and Bas pokes his head back in. ]
He kept on out the back-back way but I've lost sight of him. 'm sorry. He's fast for a squatter.
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something burns inside of Basilio. he can't call it rage, because he knows what that feeling is--and the thrumming in his proverbial chest has two pulses to it, if he'd take a moment to sort through himself and consider. there's a sort of... righteous purpose, anger that tells him to Fight because an injustice has been done--and there's a more familiar thrumming, an urging to hunt, fight, compete, conquer that Basilio more associates with His Passenger. the two feelings are a heady dose of intravenous courage, and they keep Basilio chasing down the back escapes longer than he should, trying to catch sight of the scammer, but eventually...
well. the hunt isn't worth leaving Del behind. nothing overrides the instinct to return to his sibling to reorient and pick up his next set of marching orders.
he swears something fierce and doubles back the way he came, kissing his teeth as the light flickers on and Bas pokes his head back in. ]
He kept on out the back-back way but I've lost sight of him. 'm sorry. He's fast for a squatter.