Maybe. It's been a long time since I last saw her, but had an auntie around who I liked. Always made time for me when I was havin' trouble, but she had a lot of things and other kids to look after.
[ He'll extend a hand for T-chan to judge whether it's worth sniffing, at the least. He isn't the kind to just ram his way into a pet's personal space. ]
[ He'll hold it there for like 10 seconds, choose fast lil T. Which, when butted, he'll turn his palm over and run a thumb over his cheek lightly. He may not be familiar with animals supposedly, but he seems to know how to approach one. ]
...Yeah, humans do that.
Think it's one of the reasons why they all had to leave the Old World.
[ As long as it doesn't break skin, who is he to deny T-chan a little angy nibble. He gives him a little swipe over the nose. ]
Yeah, doesn't sound like it. You don't wanna be where I am. All hot sun and gunpowder, industrial burnished steel and iron dust stuck so far up my nose I'll be smelling rust 'til the day I die. [ Beat pause. ] Well, I'm still smelling it, so.
[The more Wolfwood talks, the bigger D’s frown of disdain grows.
The last part actually makes D look searchingly at Wolfwood’s face for a long time, silent.
Then T-chan absolutely bites Wolfwood’s fingers for that, but like, not badly or necessarily suddenly. Warning bite. D really doesn’t do anything to mitigate this.]
We should look at another room before T-chan decides you’re delicious.
[ Wiggles his finger a bit by T-chan's mouth. Naughty. He only meets D's look with a slight rise of his brows. Is he finding what he's searching? But glancing down when T-chan's hangry levels are brought up. ]
Can't even sit still in a room for ten minutes before deciding you're hungry? Guess you're like us in this city right now, needing enrichment.
[T-chan huffs at the finger wag as D turns to walk to the door. DON'T PATRONIZE HIM. Instead of getting up and leaving, T-chan gets up
and leaps straight across to headbutt Wolfwood in the stomach on his way to the ground. Goat ram. This satisfies him, though? D pauses to smile over his shoulder; this is funny to him.]
T-chan's love and appetite are one and the same. That's his nature.
[T-chan huffs back at Wolfwood from the door. Yeah! He does this thing where he scratches both back legs on the floor before he shoots out of the door. Like a very territorial leg kicky.
It makes D laugh.]
He's a totetsu. He likes you. I think it's because you remind him of the detective.
Animals are rather simple to understand. More than humans. You always know what to expect from an animal because they live on their instincts.
[D and T-chan are at the door diagonal from the teenager girl's room.]
They have no consciences to tell them to be good or bad; they don't relish in another's suffering, they don't hide behind fake identities. They hunt and fight and spare for survival.
[This room has a fake ivy backdrop, a blue couch, and a neon light that says I WOKE UP LIKE THIS.]
It must make you mad then, when people describe something as animalistic. "Beastly", you know.
[ He still doesn't know who these backdrops are advertising for. Who in the world is waking up like this? Wolfwood is not down with the influencer culture. He's peering in over D's shoulder. ]
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?
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Are you speaking from experience?
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Maybe. It's been a long time since I last saw her, but had an auntie around who I liked. Always made time for me when I was havin' trouble, but she had a lot of things and other kids to look after.
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An auntie boy...
[T-chan's head gets a few more scritches, then he swings his legs over the side of the bed to sit up on the edge.]
So how does a boy with an auntie surrounded by other kids go from shooing away bed monsters to being burdened by priesthood?
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[ Pats on the head, the little things like thanks Nicholas. He's grateful to her nonetheless. ]
Guess I decided to graduate to a different kind of shepherding. From kids to lost lambs, now.
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Then you and I have something in common, Father.
[Carefully, he stands to his feet. T-chan gets up, but only to stand at the edge of the bed for a moment.]
Being shepherds to the lost.
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Is that how you see yourself? Shepherding your animals?
[ When will T-chan warm up to pets... not that Wolfwood is trying... ]
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Yes, that is how it is.
[HELP. T-chan warms up to pets……maybe. Wolfwood can pet him.]
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Why do you consider 'em lost?
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Many of them are few and far between, the last of their kind. T-chan, for instance, is a rare breed.
[Whatever has satisfied T-chan about Wolfwood is hard to say, but he tentatively butts his head against the hand like a goat.]
The humans have hunted and killed them, or either destroyed their habitats. They wander the industrialized world, suffering.
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...Yeah, humans do that.
Think it's one of the reasons why they all had to leave the Old World.
[ Planet... dying... ]
All pretty good at taking.
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What Wolfwood says makes him frown a lot!!!!]
I think your timeline is the timeline I’m trying to avoid, if at all possible.
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Yeah, doesn't sound like it. You don't wanna be where I am. All hot sun and gunpowder, industrial burnished steel and iron dust stuck so far up my nose I'll be smelling rust 'til the day I die. [ Beat pause. ] Well, I'm still smelling it, so.
Maybe you can Noah's Ark your way out.
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The last part actually makes D look searchingly at Wolfwood’s face for a long time, silent.
Then T-chan absolutely bites Wolfwood’s fingers for that, but like, not badly or necessarily suddenly. Warning bite. D really doesn’t do anything to mitigate this.]
We should look at another room before T-chan decides you’re delicious.
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Can't even sit still in a room for ten minutes before deciding you're hungry? Guess you're like us in this city right now, needing enrichment.
[ When BORED just EAT. ]
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and leaps straight across to headbutt Wolfwood in the stomach on his way to the ground. Goat ram. This satisfies him, though? D pauses to smile over his shoulder; this is funny to him.]
T-chan's love and appetite are one and the same. That's his nature.
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[ HIS ABS. Wtf he'll turn you into lamb skewer you lil shit. ]
And where does the unwarranted violence categorise into?
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It makes D laugh.]
He's a totetsu. He likes you. I think it's because you remind him of the detective.
[And then D disappears out of the door too.]
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I wouldn't ever know. I'll never understand animals.
[ Owie. ]
Sorry to say that I won't be solving any crimes any time soon.
[ KNOCK ON (WOLF)WOOD!!! haha i'm funny ]
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Animals are rather simple to understand. More than humans. You always know what to expect from an animal because they live on their instincts.
[D and T-chan are at the door diagonal from the teenager girl's room.]
They have no consciences to tell them to be good or bad; they don't relish in another's suffering, they don't hide behind fake identities. They hunt and fight and spare for survival.
[This room has a fake ivy backdrop, a blue couch, and a neon light that says I WOKE UP LIKE THIS.]
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[ He still doesn't know who these backdrops are advertising for. Who in the world is waking up like this? Wolfwood is not down with the influencer culture. He's peering in over D's shoulder. ]
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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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