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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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[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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even though the puff goes up the small hairs at the back of his neck, Kni's (righteous) displeasure heavy in the air between them as Wolfwood sets down one pack of chicken for another, feigning reading it while he waits for Vash to respond. ]
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so, he huffs again.
irritation blooms across his face and impulsively, he reaches up to very lightly tug the edge of wolfwood's jacket.
and huffs again.]
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buying time for a deeply uncomfortable conversation that Wolfwood's already out of his depths in
Kni huffs and Wolfwood puts down the chicken again and then Kni's face turns, just out of Wolfwood's view
but the man can't ignore the huff and grab combo, looking down at Kni inquisitively. ]
Penny for your thoughts?
[ ... and a blessed bzzt-bzzt from Vash finally replying. ]
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[he doesn't want to bring it home where he can't escape the smell of it when vash starts to cook. he lets go of wolfwood's jacket.]
Can't... we get something else?
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but he breathes. he's not on No Man's Land right now. the world is spoiled for choice and Kni is coming from a place of--not pride, or ego. he's carrying something like compassion in his pale little hands, and Wolfwood looks askance to read what Vash has said, to rein himself in, giving a little shrug when he returns to peer at Kni. ]
Vash said there should be an aisle labeled 'vegetarian' around here, somewheres. That's--stuff that's like meat, but it's plant-based--but like garden-plants, y'know? Wanna help me find it?
[ a compromise. a less bloody olive branch. life doesn't have to be all or nothing, one opinion over another, one life over another. ]
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his surprise is evident, just for a moment, when the older man acquiesces. vash said... ]
... Yeah. Okay.
[regarding wolfwood with an odd look, unreadable beyond the lingering uncertainty, he isn't going to waste whatever grace is being offered to him now. he looks away, eyes up towards the category signs listed above the aisles shelves. one more furtive glance back to wolfwood before kni starts down the meat aisle, a little more than eager to leave this area.]
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it's almost satisfying to see the way the little guy starts and looks surprised. Vash is between them, even now--less a wall than a bridge, a safe ground to deflect to and meet upon. Wolfwood tucks his phone into his pocket. ]
He said somethin' about it being near the produce--so the vegetables an' stuff. We don't usually run through the aisle because we're on the farm, so.
[ and Wolfwood continues to let Kni have the grace, following him like the loyal dog he is, leaving the meat behind them to sit silent vigil. on one hand, everything was already dead and ready to be consumed, and it'd be wasteful to leave it to rot--but on the other hand...
it didn't hurt to be kind in the moment. Wolfwood lopes after the kid, scanning the aisles and their little markers until he spots the word he's looking for, leaning down to point over Kni's shoulder. ]
Over there. Vash mentioned somethin' called 'tofu' and somethin' called 'seitan', so I guess those are places to start?
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when he looks at the packaged tofu that wolfwood helpfully points out, earning him a quick glance back from kni, he sets the basket down next to him and picks up one of the packages. a moment later he turns it over to read the ingredients.]
This says "extra firm". [and he has no idea what that means compared to the row next to it that say only "firm", "super firm", and "silken". he picks up a different one, "super firm" and looks over its ingredient list to compare. ]And the prices are the same.
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he's supposed to check on Kni, right? it feels weird to do so? Millions Knives was a walking artillery.
... but Kni was just a kid with no access to his own power at the moment. he'd probably give Wolfwood a good strangling if he said this outloud to him, though. he leans over a little when Kni speaks to peer at tofu and its firmness mysteries, tilting his head. ]
I have no idea what that means, hang on. [ and then Wolfwood demonstrates the one thing he knows how to do better than Kni--Google. he skims a few lines, and then reports his findings. ] Okay, so accordin' to weirdos on the internet, the different names have to do with the texture an' water content of the tofu--so like, the firmer tofus are good for cooking an' frying 'cause it's more together, but silken tofu is kinda custardy.
[ he pokes through a few articles on his phone and then squats down, holding it out to Kni when he finds one of them explanation listy bitches. ]
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he would like to see that world too, at least once.
wolfwood shows him the phone screen, crouched down for kni's consideration that he won't think about right now. perhaps he won't ever. he'd rather not dwell on the odd courtesies wolfwood gives him now and then, won't think about the invisible tally of little favors he's certain ticks up in number, waiting to be cashed in one day.
he'd like to scroll down the screen, but he doesn't and instead turns to replace the package in his hands with the firmer tofu. vash had wanted to cook with it, so it seemed like the right choice. kni sets it in his basket, glancing back to some of the other options. what kind of texture was 'custard' anyways?]
That should work, then.