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asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pmIC INBOX [kaisou]
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asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
username: N.D. WOLFWOOD | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
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that's a bad feeling to feel
he and Kni aren't friends but he doesn't particularly want to upset the little monster, especially given that he's trying to give him the full benefit of the doubt and, y'know, give him a chance to be better this time. ]
There's plenty of other sources of meat on this world. We don't have to eat Brad unless something apocalyptic happens, and that's--mostly a joke.
[ awkward ]
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[and one that hits harder than it should. killing and eating creatures with thoughts and feelings turns his stomach. he looks down at his lap, expression twisted into something close to frustration.
if brad was an option for eating "if something apocalyptic happens" did that mean the same for the other animals living in the gardens?
he'd rather starve himself.]
I won't do it.
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[ it's a lame excuse, sure, but sometimes it is what it is. lame. a dumb thing to say, and think, and ultimately end up being the truth. wolfwood runs his fingers through his hair and takes another drink of his lemon water, crumpling up his empty pretzel packet as he stands up and crosses over to a stone garbage bin to toss it away
coming back in time to hear Kni's solemn little vow. ]
Won't do what?
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kni straightens as wolfwood returns, brows pulled together.]
I won't eat Brad. Or anything that lives in the gardens.
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sometimes you are a little guy and you come to a moral conclusion and honestly? admirable. if this were No Man's Land, Wolfwood might've scolded Kni for such lofty ideals--but Earth is a place of plenty. part of Wolfwood wonders why humanity left, in the future; how wrong did things have to go for you to abandon a place like this and hope that space had better just hangin' around out there?
he slides back into the seat on his bike once he's tossed his trash, putting the lemon water in one of the side holders in the sidecar, careful not to touch Kni. ]
I mean, fair. The things in the garden are basically like our pets. Most meat is gonna come from the store, anyway.
[ this may be where Wolfwood Fucks Up, as the kids would say, firing Angelica to life. ]
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kni watches as wolfwood settles back on the motorcycle, eyebrows raising.]
The store we're going to now?
[he's thinking now, glancing down at his lap with a frown. the sunglasses try to slide down his nose again, and with a pinch of frustration pushes them back up.]
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[ if this were no man's land, Wolfwood would've been colder about Kni's reluctance to eat meat--but there are so many choices here. there's so much space for
for kindness. for a gentler choice. to save the butterfly and not spite the spider. Wolfwood backs the motorcycle out of the space, and it's only a short ride away over sleek streets and mild traffic before they're parking again and Wolfwood is stretching as he stands, giving a little headbob to indicate Kni should come with. ]
You gonna carry a basket or should I grab a cart.
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making sure his water bottle and fruit cup were secured, he steps out of the sidecar after wolfwood. he comes up to his side, keeping a little distance between them as he watches as people walk in and out of the store's sliding door entrance.]
I can hold a basket. [he's stronger than he looks!]
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it was hard to get a bead on the kid, and having him be so quiet made Wolfwood's teeth itch in the same way they did when a certain familiar collection of notes came tinkling out of Kni's piano, lacking some of their gravitas with the electronic simulacrum of sounds, but not
quite enough. the kid follows him dutifully inside, and Wolfwood retrieves a pair of baskets, glancing down at Kni. ]
You wanna divide an' conquer on the list, or you wanna follow along as backup?
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[he hesitates, glancing at the list in wolfwood's hand and catching a glimpse of what he could only assume are drawings made by vash. seems he never grew out of dumb, little doodles. their schoolwork papers had been littered with whatever stream of consciousness vash came up with that day, some better than others.]
I don't know where anything would be here. [maybe he could figure it out, but once inside, kni is beset by sensory overload. fluorescent lighting overhead and aisles of differently colored merchandise has him gripping the basket handle a little tighter. people walk past them, and it takes some very real effort on kni's part not to step closer to wolfwood.] ... so, I'll watch you.
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such a thing would've been punished harshly. Wolfwood just shakes his head and pretends not to notice how Kni hangs close to him, but not too close. ]
Suit yourself. [ and then Wolfwood is off, looking for all the bits and bobs Vash wants--and surreptitiously taking a moment to text the man, trying to be subtle about it first. ]
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as wolfwood texts vash, unbeknownst to kni, he also messages his brother, only for a moment looking away from where he'd been watching wolfwood's legs navigate the aisles.
it was only a moment, one hand holding the (empty) basket and his other holding his phone. when he looks away from the screen, wolfwood is gone.
alone. he was alone in the store. kni looks down the aisle, rooted to the spot as his mind tries to catch up to this situation. he feels like the lights are pressing down harder on him now. the static overhead and floating across the tops of shelves seem louder and he realizes with a start that his heart is pounding loud enough he can hear it.
okay. okay. he needed to be calm. one foot in front of the other, stepping to the side to avoid bumping into other shoppers that walk past. he needs to look for wolfwood, surely he didn't go... far...
yet it takes kni nearly three, long and agonizing, minutes of walking down each aisle before he finally spots him at the end of one looking at boxes of pasta. but kni doesn't care about that. his shoes squeak on the laminate tiles as he hurries back to his side and accidentally bumps the edge of his basket into wolfwood's leg. he quickly changes the hand holding it to avoiding hitting him again, gaze flitting over the row of pasta boxes sitting at his eye level.
a careful peek at his phone tells him it had only been a few minutes, but it certainly felt much longer than that.]
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that's why he was the superior being, wasn't it?
Wolfwood is contemplating pasta, comparing the shapes on his list to the shapes in the boxes when suddenly plastic meets the side of his shin and he swallows back a curse, giving Kni a look. ]
Well if you're so opinionated about noodle shapes, you pick between corkscrewy ones and dinosaur ones.
[ ... apparently both shapes had equal weight on Vash's list, and Wolfwood was none the wiser as to what'd occurred in three of Kni's loneliest minutes in the grocery store full of people. ]
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[he has to play catch-up, forcing himself to focus on the choices that are shaken at him. his thumbnail digs into the plastic coating of the basket's handle, looking between the dinosaur and corkscrew pasta.]
... If they taste the same... [brows furrowed, he starts to point to the dinosaur shapes, but changing his mind he opts to tap the corkscrew ones with an index finger.]
Either is fine. [and he's fine, too. absolutely certainly fine.]
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the baby lost the baby in the store. Wolfwood didn't even notice the baby had gone for a little wanderby. in future times, this fact will upset Wolfwood and he will be more mindful of the baby, but for the Wolfwood of right now, he's giving Kni a sidelong look, watching how that finger quavers, then darts to the more 'grown' up option.
... so Wolfwood makes an executive decision. ]
I have no idea how they taste. [ so he puts both in Kni's basket, and starts to make his way towards the meat coolers, unaware of the battle of wills that's to come. ]
text: un: darkSlayer
Whenever is most convenient for you within the next hour or so, I have an important delivery for you to make.
A client has finally agreed to sell me an antique writing desk I have been attempting to haggle off him for a number of weeks now and I need you to go pick it up for me.
It is not a simple pickup, it is a trade-off--so I have an old chaise lounge here I need you to bring to him as well.
text: un: ndwolfwood
in between texting Vash and trying not to let the existential dread set in, Wolfwood stares at his phone
of all the times-- ]
the next hour or so is incredibly inconvenient for me in general
unless you got a place to stash my groceries and vash's little brother
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as much as he allows himself a long-suffering sigh at the inconvenience, he'll handle it like a champ.
...well. sort of. ]
I have a rather large refrigerator, whatever you are buying, so long as it is not half the store, would fit inside. I do not fill mine to such a length that your own groceries will not fit inside for a spell.
As for the child, Dante has told me about your idiot's little brother. He is a quiet, bookish thing, yes?
...I will tolerate watching him until your job is complete, so long as he behaves himself.
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he finds himself chewing an imaginary cigarette when Vergil responds. the cold hand of responsibility clamps down on the back of his neck, steel and unyielding. ]
it's not that much stuff we don't have a place to keep it at the cottage
and you'd probably like kni
he plays piano and keeps trying to read the bible for fun. he's--a lot smarter than you think he is, given that he's, y'know, like my idiot. you could probably give him a chunky book or something with your old stuffy music on it and he'd be happy as a tomas in a shavings pile.
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In such case, I have no problem with it. I am in the shop, but I will close for a late lunch to look after the child while you make a delivery.
Does that sound amenable?
I will find something better for him to read than the Bible.
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and vash would like the dinosaur shapes. if they tasted okay, then kni wouldn't mind them either.]
What else is on the list?
[trailing after wolfwood, kni slows down when they pass by a lobster tank.]
... What is this?
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Says 'lobster'. Looks too damn expensive for one meal. Also kinda reminds me of worms and I don't have to eat those anymore.
[ there's a lot of things you don't have to eat anymore, Wolfwood, if you'd just let the penny drop. ]
Last couple of things on the list isss--chicken, eggs, and flour. Also we're gonna have to make a detour after we cash out.
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[wait... for a meal?] Do people eat them? [he looks to wolfwood, eyes wide. reality is setting in.] But they're alive.
[alive and trapped in a tank. he notes the rubber bands around their claws. reasonably, he knows there's nothing he can do. it isn't like they can buy every single lobster, but
he tears his eyes away from the tank, face a little pale.]
The chickens... are they already dead? [he almost doesn't catch that last part, okay fine. one more stop, he could handle that. one more stop and then home and maybe luida has moved away from the cottage.]
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and then Kni is making the face again and Wolfwood gets a feeling that they're having two very different conversations. he runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth, giving a little shrug. ] I would imagine they, uh, aren't alive, when people go to cook 'em and stuff.
And yeah the chickens are already. Processed.
[ and there they stand, in front of the meat aisle, Wolfwood typing another frantic message out to Vash as he starts to reach for a pack of chicken breasts, squinting to see the price sticker in the corner as if Kni's not making that distressed face behind him. ]
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he looks from wolfwood to the row of shrink-wrapped chicken cutlets that wolfwood just dipped into. he sees chicken, what used to be chicken. he also sees a red room, containers holding pieces and parts. kni swallows hard and looks back to wolfwood.
and huffs.]
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