TAKE A BREAK / o, sick

[VANDAL R.]

"Fine? My ass." Vandal has heard about the number of relatives staying in the Typhoon, but she never imagined she would be meeting one almost as damn stubborn as her - perhaps it's a genetic trait strong in the bloodline. The mutated maned wolf can hear them speaking and, while she understands their support, she thinks it's a little too much and a little too thick and overwhelming for somebody who has a cold. Really, they're acting like it's the end of the world but she'll be damned if that'll ever happen - no, Goldie's just sick and doesn't need thick layers of 'we love you, we adore you' like she's a lost cause. Her goddamn niece is stronger than that.

"That's it, y'old crones, she needs some rest and you guys making googly eyes at her isn't gonna help her have that," she snaps with a sardonic huff, upper lip curling into somewhat of a sneer - she's not really a jerk, just protective, just understanding that what Goldie needs right now probably isn't attention, it's the time and safety to rest without knowing that everyone else is breathing down her back to get better. Maybe Vandal's putting her neck out there by being so crass, but the newly-resurrected Roux isn't exactly the type to care about who gets a boo-boo from her honesty.

Vandal attempts to gently weave her way around Goldie and her audience, giving the sick Roux enough space in the process to breathe and anchor herself because she knows, in a way, that getting too close might overwhelm her - and she understands that, Vandal understands that need, so she keeps her distance but makes sure she's blocking their view of her as much as possible. "Go on, get - you've all said your peace, she needs rest and this is becoming stressful. If everyone doesn't back away, I'm gonna pick you all up by the ass and toss you into the water."

TAGS • VANDAL ROUX OF THE TYPHOON