You're the only shop of your kind in town, aren't you? That makes you eccentric. I don't know what American is.
[ Just throws that in btw.
He does somewhat raise a brow looking down at Count D for this but touch week means he's not as dismissive as he usually is, though still somewhat cognisant. Fixing his stray bang when D returns his attention to T-chan, like what's wrong with my hair... what was that about. ]
[ The idea of D yelling about it later after touch week is funny. Also stop Wolfwood has learned how the phone but not why the phone. He doesn't learn many fun things.
Anyway he. Holds it out? He's seeing them on the screen. And taps the button as D suggests.
Hooray, they get a selfie! Wolfwood has this expression basically. ]
[He will be a lot. It's fine maybe. It's not fine, and it won't be, but I can pretend before it happens.
When Wolfwood moves the phone out, D takes T-chan up a bit more in both arms so that T-chan actually reaches into the frame. Just a dumbass priest, cryptid shopkeeper and his one of the four evil fiends, flesh-eating pet.
D smiles mildly. T-chan has the usual case of resting bitch face.]
We do not have things like this where I'm from, so it's interesting to see. I have a duty, however, so no matter how interesting it is, I must return home.
[The new room unfortunately has a pink, teenage girl's bed with brightly decorated walls and a bunch of trendy decor.
D gestures at the bed, but at Wolfwood. Like... get on.]
You wouldn't go in room order with your best friend...?
[Pretends to have a :pleading_face: expression. He puts T-chan on the bed, and then he climbs onto one side, lounging experimentally. T-chan sort of looks around at this disaster; he grunts.]
Yes, it's not quite like the settee in the shop, I know. It's comfortable, though. [He peers at Wolfwood.] It's big enough you have your own side.
[ D really just slutshamed him with zero hesitation. He's coming over and picking at these wall decorations... this... One Direction poster... hm. ]
Looks like... teen girl bedroom. I think. Who is this for?
[ Like, for photo opportunities. He knows he said it's for imagination and all that but who is wanting this. He's not a teen girl so how would he know... ]
[He continues to pet T-chan, watching Wolfwood inspect the foreign room of a teenage girl. It's very funny to see.]
Weren't you the one who said they were for your imagination?
[Look, Wolfwood might not, but D will just say it. He uses his nails to give T-chan a headscratch exactly like one of those whisk-looking scalp scratchers.]
It doesn't sound like you have children. Or daughters, at least. [D's survey of the room is oddly indifferent. It sure is a girl's room.] Since neither of us are girls or daughters, I guess in this scene, we're meant to be terrible interlopers.
[Thinks about all the sibling kids I play but the other sibling is dead or fucked up. Nods.
The look on his face as he peers at Wolfwood is strange and unreadable.]
I had not seen my father for a long time, not until recently. My grandfather raised me. [He lifts his eyes.] I never had a mother, or a nursemaid, or a nanny.
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[ Just throws that in btw.
He does somewhat raise a brow looking down at Count D for this but touch week means he's not as dismissive as he usually is, though still somewhat cognisant. Fixing his stray bang when D returns his attention to T-chan, like what's wrong with my hair... what was that about. ]
? What's my arm got to do with it?
[ Bro's never taken a selfie before. ]
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And tch. NEITHER DID HE? Up until recently. Get with the program, Wolfwood. D swishes the phone in his hand.]
You have to hold it up so it faces us and press the button on the front.
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Anyway he. Holds it out? He's seeing them on the screen. And taps the button as D suggests.
Hooray, they get a selfie! Wolfwood has this expression basically. ]
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When Wolfwood moves the phone out, D takes T-chan up a bit more in both arms so that T-chan actually reaches into the frame. Just a dumbass priest, cryptid shopkeeper and his one of the four evil fiends, flesh-eating pet.
D smiles mildly. T-chan has the usual case of resting bitch face.]
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I guess that wasn't a terrible experience, though I don't know what you're gonna do with this.
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He laughs gently and moves away.]
Use it for blackmail probably.
[The way he says this so casually.]
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[ Yeah? ]
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Come with me, best friend.
[He walks out of the Peacekeeper Arizona room and into another one.]
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[ Wow... bestie rapport... ]
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[The new room unfortunately has a pink, teenage girl's bed with brightly decorated walls and a bunch of trendy decor.
D gestures at the bed, but at Wolfwood. Like... get on.]
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Seriously?
[ Just looking at D like hey I know we're all joking and buddy-buddy (no) but we have standards. I have standards. ]
Pick a better room.
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[Pretends to have a :pleading_face: expression. He puts T-chan on the bed, and then he climbs onto one side, lounging experimentally. T-chan sort of looks around at this disaster; he grunts.]
Yes, it's not quite like the settee in the shop, I know. It's comfortable, though. [He peers at Wolfwood.] It's big enough you have your own side.
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[ Just bluntly says this. Looks at T-chan too. He doesn't seem very happy. ]
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[T-chan finally settles down on the bed against D's front since D is on his side. D reaches up to pet him lovingly on the head and back of the neck.]
Neither of us fit the aesthetic of this room at all.
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[ D really just slutshamed him with zero hesitation. He's coming over and picking at these wall decorations... this... One Direction poster... hm. ]
Looks like... teen girl bedroom. I think. Who is this for?
[ Like, for photo opportunities. He knows he said it's for imagination and all that but who is wanting this. He's not a teen girl so how would he know... ]
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Weren't you the one who said they were for your imagination?
[Look, Wolfwood might not, but D will just say it. He uses his nails to give T-chan a headscratch exactly like one of those whisk-looking scalp scratchers.]
It doesn't sound like you have children. Or daughters, at least. [D's survey of the room is oddly indifferent. It sure is a girl's room.] Since neither of us are girls or daughters, I guess in this scene, we're meant to be terrible interlopers.
Perhaps we're the monsters under her bed.
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It's still gotta be an imagination you like. Don't know anyone who wants to go out and take pictures in a place they don't care to be in.
[ He looks back at D, considering though. ]
Nah, don't have any kids of my own. Pretty familiar with 'em, though. Grew up being surrounded by brats.
Chased out my fair share of monsters under the bed.
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He thinks about it for a moment.]
Siblings of your own?
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[ Thinking about it, wondering how they're doing now... ]
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An orphanage then. Unless you had a very large family.
[Honestly, Wolfwood truly has that Orphanage Energy, he must say.]
Were you the oldest, or just the least afraid?
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[ Doesn't really confirm nor deny though. ]
I'd say I was pretty tough to scare, yeah.
You? You kinda got that single kid feeling about you.
[ But according to Hei, I (Lowe) as a single kid apparently assign single child to everyone so what do I know!! ]
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[Shakes your hand in single kid. Is this why we’re playing single kids…… I see.]
I have a grandfather, and I had a father. That is all.
[So Wolfwood was right.]
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Guess we're kinda the opposite, then. Had more women around than men.
[ And fuck the few men that there were. ]
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The look on his face as he peers at Wolfwood is strange and unreadable.]
I had not seen my father for a long time, not until recently. My grandfather raised me. [He lifts his eyes.] I never had a mother, or a nursemaid, or a nanny.
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[ He's never had any of those either technically speaking, but he won't just put that out there without prompting. ]
You get along well with your gramps?
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