He just looks at Wolfwood again, like he had before, searching the man's face.] So many people here enjoying asking me this question, trying to categorize me with a label which will ease the burden of their fear and uncertainty. [His right eye is canary yellow and the left is midnight purple, though.
And his skin is pale and smooth, unmarred by age.]
Heterochromia isn't always necessarily an indicator of inhumanity. I first really almost typed heterosexuality and like, I guess so.
Wolfwood is rough around the edges, tanned and a little scruffy, but for being from a literal desert planet with ceaseless bearing suns and sandstorms, his skin is pretty smooth, build immaculate, wired with a strength that's humming constant. ]
[Heterosexuality too. You say this, but the colors are definitely not normal, listen here.
They're just both out here looking like a retinol ad, love that for them.]
The manager of Count D's Pet Shop. [Teasing, as if this is deeply clarifying. He doesn't look away.] Does the answer explain how you can carry such a big cross?
...No, you don't seem like a man who does anything for show. At least, not in that regard. [A thoughtful look.] Though I have heard you will scam me out of my money...
[ Sometimes, you are incredibly poor, and not everyone is looking for a brute bodyguard for hire. Gotta hustle somehow! It's rude to call him a scam, he has mouths to feed.
Anyway, it probably could enough to make sure he's alive, but he believes in self-sufficiency and elsewise. ]
Not as much as I'd like. 'Sides, I'm often out wanderin' the sands, and there's miles and miles between cities. It's not like I can just get an easy weekly allowance.
[Maybe he WILL feel sorry for Wolfwood then. Just for spite.]
Maybe you should become a detective after all... You've already been a bodyguard, so you must know how to protect yourself and others. And you're apparently good at figuring out which people would pay you for whatever fatherly service.
You could open a lucrative business in the harsh lands of your world.
The question earns a snort, so Wolfwood can already tell this is going to be Something.]
Leon Orcot. He was a giant nuisance. A boorish womanizer who smoked too much and spent his time sticking his nose into other people's business. [HE IS LITERALLY A DETECTIVE, IDIOT.] He always tried to accuse me of being up to no good, his apartment was a wreck, he didn't like sweets at all, and he always tried to logic away the magic of the world.
[Not him roasting Wolfwood in the process of roasting Leon.]
I haven't accused you of no-good yet, I don't have an apartment, I like the occasional sweet thing, and it's not like I haven't seen my fair share of the unusual.
[ He doesn't have anything for the first few points, he doesn't even bother defending against 'nuisance' because he thinks it's funny. Womaniser is also wobble hands but hey, again it's funny. ]
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I suppose we did wake up like this.
[He lifts his head to glance at Wolfwood over his shoulder.]
Yes, it does. Especially when humans are the most beastly of all.
[(knives voice)]
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He stands here for a moment, a little awash in the light too, a low hum in the deep part of his throat of consideration. ]
Are you human?
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He just looks at Wolfwood again, like he had before, searching the man's face.] So many people here enjoying asking me this question, trying to categorize me with a label which will ease the burden of their fear and uncertainty. [His right eye is canary yellow and the left is midnight purple, though.
And his skin is pale and smooth, unmarred by age.]
Are you?
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Heterochromia isn't always necessarily an indicator of inhumanity. I first really almost typed heterosexuality and like, I guess so.
Wolfwood is rough around the edges, tanned and a little scruffy, but for being from a literal desert planet with ceaseless bearing suns and sandstorms, his skin is pretty smooth, build immaculate, wired with a strength that's humming constant. ]
Depends on who I'm talkin' to.
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They're just both out here looking like a retinol ad, love that for them.]
The manager of Count D's Pet Shop. [Teasing, as if this is deeply clarifying. He doesn't look away.] Does the answer explain how you can carry such a big cross?
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Maybe other bitches should get up to their skincare level? ]
It's not that heavy, but I consider the weight special in its own way. Dunno how much of a religious man you are.
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The burden of your cross? Very symbolic of you, Father Wolfwood.
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What, you thought I just had this for show? It's not great for my back.
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...No, you don't seem like a man who does anything for show. At least, not in that regard. [A thoughtful look.] Though I have heard you will scam me out of my money...
So maybe you do like putting on a show.
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Heh. He has such a smarmy look at that. But also Vash needs to stop calling him a scammer, those things are different okay. ]
It ain't a scam if you get what you're payin' for. I always deliver.
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Oh? A delivery man... And what exactly kind of services are you delivering?
[Don't think he's interested! He's curious how Wolfwood will tell him...]
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I'm pretty flexible, so it depends on what's in need.
The more sanctified sorts of services, usually. Prayers, rites.
When times are rough, I take on extra jobs, like bodyguarding.
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He tilts his head a bit and raises a brow.]
I’m guessing the scam part of your scheme is a high rate and not desertion…?
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That's not a scam. I charge appropriately for what I do.
[ Just that usually, confession is a free service if you go to a proper church is all. ]
I'm not lazy, I just need to survive. Damn.
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Your scummy church services, sir??? Look, he doesn’t know Wolfwood’s denomination or anything. Maybe that’s a feature not a flaw.]
Does the church not pay you…?
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Anyway, it probably could enough to make sure he's alive, but he believes in self-sufficiency and elsewise. ]
Not as much as I'd like. 'Sides, I'm often out wanderin' the sands, and there's miles and miles between cities. It's not like I can just get an easy weekly allowance.
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He looks at Wolfwood like he’s wondering if he is meant to feel sorry for him.]
It sounds like you need a new career, Mr. Wolfwood.
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If it were that easy, you don't think I'd be working something else?
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Maybe you should become a detective after all... You've already been a bodyguard, so you must know how to protect yourself and others. And you're apparently good at figuring out which people would pay you for whatever fatherly service.
You could open a lucrative business in the harsh lands of your world.
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He snorts at this though. ]
You keep mentioning detective this, detective that. Who's he?
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The question earns a snort, so Wolfwood can already tell this is going to be Something.]
Leon Orcot. He was a giant nuisance. A boorish womanizer who smoked too much and spent his time sticking his nose into other people's business. [HE IS LITERALLY A DETECTIVE, IDIOT.] He always tried to accuse me of being up to no good, his apartment was a wreck, he didn't like sweets at all, and he always tried to logic away the magic of the world.
[Not him roasting Wolfwood in the process of roasting Leon.]
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[ He doesn't have anything for the first few points, he doesn't even bother defending against 'nuisance' because he thinks it's funny. Womaniser is also wobble hands but hey, again it's funny. ]
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I'm sure you have plenty of time here for all of that to change.
[Maybe. He gestures at T-chan on the couch.] I trust T-chan's judgement. [T-chan huffs from the couch.]
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You secretly can't stand me or something? Rough...
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As annoying as it is, you are at least less bothersome than some of the others. Even if you smell like cigarettes.
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