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[asipofbride]

that's king clown of this circus to you, baby clown

[ it's okay if the joke's toothless--kni being good at jokes is a whole thing that Wolfwood's not fully ready to deal with. he's also got a sense that the baby rutabaga is textually holding it together a lot better than he is physically, so Wolfwood fills out the... child... reclamation... papers, what the fuck are they really, as he waits for Kni to show up

and show up he does, like hell itself is on his heels. he reaches out to ruffle his fingers through his short, pale hair, eyes lidded as he lets his sunglasses down just enough. ] Hey, cauliflower. Hold it together for a bit, eh?

[ he might loop an arm around Kni's shoulders and let some of his weight go to it--like one of those heavy neck pillows for travel as he switches to writing with his non-dominant hand. ]

[ornamentals]

[one day kni will start taking a tally of how many different nicknames wolfwood can come up for him, a seemingly bottomless well of choices that almost always elicits the same reaction from him: groaning and mild irritation because he is not vash or dante and why doesn't eve get weird, jokey nicknames? completely unfair.

but the nickname is given allowance for today, because kni is just relieved that he isn't alone, lost out at sea trying his very best to keep his head above the waves. a little hair ruffling and easy encouragement are a welcome relief in comparison.

he nods in understanding and leans against wolfwood as the older man throws a comforting arm around his shoulders. the world feels smaller like this, just a little less overwhelming. the office fluorescent lights made duller in wolfwood's presence, and kni is quietly thankful for it. he'll hold it together for as long as he needs to, taking in the faded notes of tobacco still clinging to wolfwood's jacket. over time, and against his will, the scent of cigarettes were familiar to him now. as familiar as the cloying sweetness of vash making jams on the stove top to the coffee pot (he now knows has a name) chugging along in its brewing every morning. it's not so bad now, but it'll be some time before kni admits that maybe wolfwood smoking isn't the worst thing he's ever experienced.]

[asipofbride]

[ eve doesn't get a nickname because she is perfect and has never caused him trouble in his lifetime, unlike certain small vegetable men in his periphery

he glances sidelong behind his sunglasses when Kni doesn't protest, making note of it, continuing to just hold him and pat him lightly as he finishes writing stuff that mostly looks like his signature, lazily waving at the secretary dragon as he tugs kni to get his feet moving. operation get to the car is commence, and Wolfwood'll wait 'til they're outside before he speaks ]

If you wanna puke, aim for the bushes. After that, tell me what we're gettin' up to today.

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I don't want to puke...

[even if it might make him feel better, he'd rather suffer the pains of an anxiety-induced stomachache. the stubbornness runs deep here.

being outside helps, though. yet even with the claustrophobic haze of school slowly starting to lift, the pressure against his chest keeps up. kni shakes his head.]

Can I run deliveries with you?