nicholas d. wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pmIC INBOX [kaisou]
username: N.D. WOLFWOOD | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
asipofbride) wrote2013-04-06 05:02 pm
username: N.D. WOLFWOOD | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
text | saturday 9/16
how close are you to the park?
text; un: ndwolfwood
if you need a getaway driver you should heft them lil sticks and start running
but if you just need a ride in 5-10 minutes i'm close
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i would like a ride.
this benefits you because what i have with me will make vash very happy.
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i would like a carton of cigarettes but sometimes things aren't meant to be ours
i will give you a ride tho regardless of vash
gimme five
[ it's mostly because of vash let's be real
he'll definitely break a few speeding laws because he's used to driving in the desert but whatevs Kni can hear Angelina saying hello as Wolfwood roars up
probably enough to make Mr. and Mrs. Chess Tournament a little nervous because maybe 'dad's' not so much the suing type because he's the murder you in the alleyway type ]
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[five minutes isn't bad, especially when he's still riding the high of causing a Stir at a chess championship. when wolfwood finally pulls up, kni is seated on a bench near the park entrance with the bushel of honeycrisp next to him. behind him in the not-so distant distance, the championship audience starts to disperse.]
Exactly five minutes. [give or take some seconds. of course he'd count the minutes.] Can I put these in your closet?
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he looks over his sunglasses at Kni's offering, blinking a little in surprise. ]
If you wanted apples we have plenty at home, pianoman.
[ ... all the same, Wolfwood focuses, and the doorway to his betweenspace opens up. the Cross Punisher is leaned inside--alongside a shelf of some nonperishable food supplies and a few jugs of water. there's still plenty of room. ]
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[he says as he hops off the bench and picks up the basket, carefully sliding it inside the space next to the jugs of water. after a brief pause, he plucks one of the apples off the pile and lightly tosses it to wolfwood. he knows he won't turn down food, even if they do have apples a' plenty back home.]
I also won a few other things, but I can carry those. [like the fat wad of cash in his pocket and the box, labeled electronic chess set across the surface, left on the bench that kni is picking up now. his head turns to watch as a very surly older man passes nearby, shooting kni a less-than-favorable glare that kni shrugs off with an eye roll.]
What a sore loser.
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Yeah? What'd you win them for? [ he shuts his closet and catches the apple with a hand, giving it a once over as he considers the color, the shape--it certainly looks like an apple? but he will, as Kni predicted, bite it and have a little consideration of the taste, looking thoughtful over the snack. ]
Not bad, not bad. [ he stands up from the bike so that he can hold a hand out for Kni to help him clamber into the sidecar when some octogenarian with his hater's deluxe stinkeye goes waddling by, and something inside of Wolfwood twinges.
it's probably the murderous tendencies. it might be the social conditioning. it's definitely a protectiveness over Vash and things he considers to belong to Vash. ]
Hey, pops, you got a fucking problem?
[ he's off the bike now, moving with the purposeful grace of a hunting cat as he slides between Kni and the old man, standing at his full height, head tilted as if he's considering a bug underneath his paws.
Wolfwood will punch a grandpa in the face; he's rude to Vash and Dante even though they're older than him all the time and he likes them way more. ]
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kni is just about to take wolfwood's hand when the other moves off the bike to step in between the old man's line of sight to kni. he doesn't expect anything to happen, at worst some more flung insults and simmering glares that he can ignore easily. nothing will happen and no one is going to hurt him.
at least, not in a park with other people around to see.
from behind wolfwood, kni sends a smug little smile back at the old man. looking between wolfwood's intimidating posturing and kni's face, the man just sputters in frustration as his face turns red with indignation.] Rotten child...! [along with a few other muttered curses under his breath, the man sulks away and carries his foul mood with him. kni watches him leave with a tilt to his head.]
See? Sore loser.