D does not look concerned in the slightest. He flaps a hand near himself dismissively.]
Cacti are so easy to care for; fake ones are a disgrace to anyone who owns them. Now.
[He gets a hold of Wolfwood and moves him into a better position to stand.] Ah, the peacekeeper of the desert plains of Arizona. A priestkeeper, if you will. With his loyal totetsu. [He is setting up the vibe.
He steps back to look at the two of them while taking out his phone.]
T-chan, your fur blends into the backdrop too much, but we will make this work, don't worry. Father Nicholas D. Wolfwood, a man the civilians love, but a man the God-fearing hate.
Somewhat Wolfwood is thinking 'damn, that was fake?' because there aren't enough plants on his planet to even make fake ones, but you know. He doesn't comment about that. ]
Guess it's another part of your passions as a pet owner and seller.
[ Just continues to be manhandled, he really would be more annoyed if it weren't kind of funny and it wasn't this week. He really is just standing there, raising a brow and very clearly mulling over this scenario D has set up for the two of them, and also feeling like he should find some sort of issue with the reputation D gave him but he doesn't feel like reputing it nor where to start. ]
I see. [He sounds so flat.] I'm the eccentric merchant now? How stereotypical. You must really be American for sure...
[Don't be rude to T-chan, wow. T-chan is now looking at Wolfwood's leg... But D glides over to them. He surveys Wolfwood a moment, then reaches up to fix Wolfwood's unfixable hair. It's touch week, sue him. Maybe he'll burn his hands off next week when he realizes.
Then he bends down and scoops T-chan up under one arm against his chest. He offers his phone to Wolfwood.]
Take a picture of us then, Father Wolfwood and the eccentric merchant, Count D. Your arms are longer.
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.
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D does not look concerned in the slightest. He flaps a hand near himself dismissively.]
Cacti are so easy to care for; fake ones are a disgrace to anyone who owns them. Now.
[He gets a hold of Wolfwood and moves him into a better position to stand.] Ah, the peacekeeper of the desert plains of Arizona. A priestkeeper, if you will. With his loyal totetsu. [He is setting up the vibe.
He steps back to look at the two of them while taking out his phone.]
T-chan, your fur blends into the backdrop too much, but we will make this work, don't worry. Father Nicholas D. Wolfwood, a man the civilians love, but a man the God-fearing hate.
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Takes a picture of just the two of them. :)]
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Somewhat Wolfwood is thinking 'damn, that was fake?' because there aren't enough plants on his planet to even make fake ones, but you know. He doesn't comment about that. ]
Guess it's another part of your passions as a pet owner and seller.
[ Just continues to be manhandled, he really would be more annoyed if it weren't kind of funny and it wasn't this week. He really is just standing there, raising a brow and very clearly mulling over this scenario D has set up for the two of them, and also feeling like he should find some sort of issue with the reputation D gave him but he doesn't feel like reputing it nor where to start. ]
What, you're not gonna be in it?
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He admires the photo on his phone for a moment (he's admiring T-chan). But he finally looks back up at Wolfwood trough his lashes.]
Are you wanting me to be in it with you? I don't know who Father Nicholas Wolfwood would run into during his peacekeeper journeys which I would be.
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I've ran into my fair share of eccentric merchants, you know. It's not that odd. You'd fit right into the Juukei District.
[ Moving his foot a bit away from T-chan. ]
Plus, I don't think your little friend is actually all that happy to be over here with me, instead of with you.
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[Don't be rude to T-chan, wow. T-chan is now looking at Wolfwood's leg... But D glides over to them. He surveys Wolfwood a moment, then reaches up to fix Wolfwood's unfixable hair. It's touch week, sue him. Maybe he'll burn his hands off next week when he realizes.
Then he bends down and scoops T-chan up under one arm against his chest. He offers his phone to Wolfwood.]
Take a picture of us then, Father Wolfwood and the eccentric merchant, Count D. Your arms are longer.
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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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