[ Please be nice to him, he's got a very soupy brain. ]
The same applies to you, doesn't it?
We don't know what kinda games this place wants to play at. So it's not like you can hunt people out based off of certain skillsets, not with what we've got right now.
So I guess you're just gonna have to figure out who you can trust and synergise well with for the next few however-longs.
[He smiles a little, giving T-chan a few strokes along the fur.]
We have to make our best judgement is all. Or just be more open with each other in hopes we find someone compatible rather than someone who would get rid of us for things we’ve done.
[Wondering if Wolfwood knows he is somewhat souped brain also, he hasn’t escaped it.]
Yes, that is the conundrum we all face now. But people often pretend to be who they aren’t when they meet others, for whatever reason. Hurt, or fear, or resentment. And then you will be on a team with someone you didn’t expect.
Everyone on one team having the same goals or desires could prove to be the team’s downfall. If everyone agrees all the time, how will advantages and disadvantages be found through any disagreements?
[It was very nice except for his juices being on the outside not the inside. Endgame for you.]
I'm afraid we don't have to be in the business of marketing. People come to us for a pet when they are in need of one and only then. We find the perfect pet for them, they sign a contract, and then they take the pet home.
We are the only pet shop in Chinatown, yes. My grandfather is very reputable, so many people know about the pet shop. Those that don't find us by word of mouth.
[He smiles a bit teasingly.]
You seem to be very interested, Mr. Wolfwood. Are you in need of a pet?
Honestly, gonna be real with you. With my lifestyle, I don't think a pet is sustainable.
[ While he's not outright completely anti-pet, he finds basically zero merit in having one... because it'll probably die. The orphanage would probably love one though, maybe one less carnivorous. ]
You might be surprised. As I said, our shop has a pet for everyone. There is likely a pet out there for you.
[As dour as he is about everything else, he is so genuinely assertive about this one thing. About there being a companion for even Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He sounds very sincere about it.]
[ He makes a noise that's like, an intrigued hum. It's for show because he doesn't believe Count D, but his proposal is regardless interesting because what the FUCK kind of animals is this dude selling. It all sounds super crazy black market stuff. ]
Wanderin' traveler and priest. Usually wading through miles and miles of hellfire-hot sand, not a lot of water or money. Get caught up in other people's gunfights a lot. Gotta stop in motels pretty often and not all of them are pet-friendly.
There's no way Count D knows even if he's looking at him like that, but the expression on his face instantly says so much about how much he doesn't appreciate this answer. ]
What, I gotta talk to plants now? It's not like it'd understand me. 'Sides, what if it catches a bullet?
Tsk. Still just as unbelieving as the detective. He told me much the same when I gave him a plant once, too. But what do you know, it bloomed for him when he followed my instructions on how to care for it.
Plants can hear you very well actually. They are as social as any human or animal. [He makes an exaggerated expression.] You must take care of it, Mr. Wolfwood.
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Yes, you are correct.
[In the general terms of it.]
You will have to find you a team of people willing to do what it takes to live then.
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The same applies to you, doesn't it?
We don't know what kinda games this place wants to play at. So it's not like you can hunt people out based off of certain skillsets, not with what we've got right now.
So I guess you're just gonna have to figure out who you can trust and synergise well with for the next few however-longs.
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We have to make our best judgement is all. Or just be more open with each other in hopes we find someone compatible rather than someone who would get rid of us for things we’ve done.
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Especially if you just opened yourself up to someone who you might have to go up against later.
[ Damn... why's he gotta be the one who thinks... he wants to be soup-brained too... ]
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Yes, that is the conundrum we all face now. But people often pretend to be who they aren’t when they meet others, for whatever reason. Hurt, or fear, or resentment. And then you will be on a team with someone you didn’t expect.
I’m sure we’ll manage.
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But ugh. He doesn't deny D because with his world view, Wolfwood thinks D is right. Who knows how genuine everyone actually is being. ]
Not exactly the kind of mindset that gets you friends here. [ Just turns it on him anyway. ] Pretty nihilistic.
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Yes, join him in cynicism. Thank you. DON’T TURN IT ON HIM, HELLO?]
Well, we are apparently dead, and we are also being forced to play a game for a chance at revival which none of us know is actually promised.
[Let the nihilism exist.]
If others cannot accept my reasonings, then they will be better off in a team without me.
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[ Like, he gets it but. Maybe Count D can just have a team full of people who are there to pet T-chan. ]
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[He shrugs gently behind T-chan’s furry body. The creature huffs some.]
Something to consider.
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For being a pet shop owner, sounds like you like taking a gamble. Got a side hobby on the weekends like that?
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Do I not take a gamble every time I sell a pet to a new owner? Who knows what will become of them after I do?
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More like the stance of someone who sells guns and bullets.
[ Who knows what people use them for? All he does is as the customer asks. ]
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I assure you I am not an arms dealer. I do not care for guns at all. I find them rather barbarous actually.
[Saying this to Wolfwood is so funny.]
My grandfather’s shop sells only pets. Whatever pet you may desire.
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It's an analogy.
[ But also this is such a weirdly ominous add-on about pet sales. ]
Yeah? Got any more of your sales pitch you wanna share?
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[It was very nice except for his juices being on the outside not the inside. Endgame for you.]
I'm afraid we don't have to be in the business of marketing. People come to us for a pet when they are in need of one and only then. We find the perfect pet for them, they sign a contract, and then they take the pet home.
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Okay?
[ DUDE'S CONFIDENT IN HIS STORE. It must be intergenerational wealth and security. Big Pet has changed... ]
What makes you stand out so much? You the only pet shop in town or something?
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We are the only pet shop in Chinatown, yes. My grandfather is very reputable, so many people know about the pet shop. Those that don't find us by word of mouth.
[He smiles a bit teasingly.]
You seem to be very interested, Mr. Wolfwood. Are you in need of a pet?
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[ While he's not outright completely anti-pet, he finds basically zero merit in having one... because it'll probably die. The orphanage would probably love one though, maybe one less carnivorous. ]
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[As dour as he is about everything else, he is so genuinely assertive about this one thing. About there being a companion for even Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He sounds very sincere about it.]
What kind of lifestyle did you have?
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Wanderin' traveler and priest. Usually wading through miles and miles of hellfire-hot sand, not a lot of water or money. Get caught up in other people's gunfights a lot. Gotta stop in motels pretty often and not all of them are pet-friendly.
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Hmmm... [He tips his head and looks contemplative for a long moment. Then he smiles knowingly and looks at Wolfwood again.] It sounds like...
You need a plant instead of an animal.
[Hehe.]
A hardy one fit for the desert. Resilient, doesn't need money, easy to take care of so long as you water it every once in a while and talk to it.
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There's no way Count D knows even if he's looking at him like that, but the expression on his face instantly says so much about how much he doesn't appreciate this answer. ]
What, I gotta talk to plants now? It's not like it'd understand me. 'Sides, what if it catches a bullet?
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Tsk. Still just as unbelieving as the detective. He told me much the same when I gave him a plant once, too. But what do you know, it bloomed for him when he followed my instructions on how to care for it.
Plants can hear you very well actually. They are as social as any human or animal. [He makes an exaggerated expression.] You must take care of it, Mr. Wolfwood.
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[ So much blood. ]
But I'll keep it in mind.
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[It's an exasperated correction since he understands what Wolfwood is getting at. STOP.]
Have you truly never had anything to protect before, Mr. Wolfwood? A plant, a pet, a... child or a lover?
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