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This is Wolfwood. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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text: un: darkSlayer

[kowase]

[ and its at this very inconvenient point that Wolfwood gets a text from his dear old boss. ]

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

[asipofbride]

[ oh motherfucker with a capital Fucker

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

[kowase]

[ ...he's paying you for a job and the rich snob at him is annoyed that wolfwood dares having a social life that gets in the way!!! but. no, vergil has been trying this whole get along with others thing that Nero and Zulius have been pushing him into, so...

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.

[asipofbride]

[ if Wolfwood knew what an employment code was he could point out exactly how compensated he should be for being on call at all hours of the day, but thankfully Wolfwood is from a backwater hell plant and doesn't know what labor protections are.

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.

[kowase]

[ even if wolfwood doesnt know what the labor laws were, vergil was going to follow them anyway. after all, what if the man eventually learned what the rules were, and it turned out he was swindling him? No, vergil would rather not. ]

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.