patience to wait // joining

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

If he wanted to know how groups like these worked, he could just ask Goldenboy. Did he have time to sit around and listen to the other male try to have a conversation with him and try to explain something that wouldn't really make much sense in the end anyway? Probably not. Vagabond had a lot of work on his plate, and from the messages that were going around, or the rumors for that matter, it seemed like they were starting to get around as well. That was what the Hellhound wanted as he needed to get a job instead of just going around killing because he was trying to advertise. Surprise no surprise, doing the same thing over and over again was a quick way for him to get bored. He needed to find something else to do, thinking of different things that he would do while he was a human. There weren't exactly buildings that he could visit or bars to go to if he wanted something to drink. He could probably ask Rimmy for him to create some alcohol out of thin air, but there were instances where he didn't want to think about drinking either. He knew that the dog was doing it because of their current situation, it was as plain as day. He didn't want the other to accidentally kill himself with alcohol though and had been monitoring him carefully. Well, he had been monitoring all of the crew that was alive and breathing right now to make sure that they got fed. Vagabond figuring out recently, and just in time, that he could make food almost out of thin air.

The former human had refused to eat anything that was raw, and so he nearly starved himself to death just because of that. Vagabond didn't know that there were joiners that came and went and that there were actually patrols that went around to greet them at the same time. The Hellhound definitely didn't want a part in that as he wasn't really here to try and make friends either. He was here for business and business only. Eventually, he would find a hideout somewhere and use that to make plan heists and other robberies. He wasn't the type to really rob someone personal items, but he was one to kill like the rest of the crew. Vagabond was finishing the rest of his burger while he was walking, having stuffed the rest of the food down his gullet, and was in the process of chewing when he saw a crowd that was being created at the border. Interesting. As he neared, he noticed the monstrosity that just ticked him off with how he looked. Vagabond still wasn't even really sure if the other was sentient or not. He didn't bother to ask and just kept a little bit of a distance from him. And a raccoon. Then there was a fox on the border. Hey, another species that he was able to recognize. This one seemed to be.... fairly small though. Although, he didn't know what sizes foxes were capable of getting so he could just be wrong on his assumptions. He approached the group from the left side instead of approaching from the front, this way he would keep away from the rest of the group.

His vivid blue eyes looking at the fox as he arrived to hear the kid talk. He felt like this kid was part of some sort of religious family, and the family fed him lies. Vagabond didn't believe anything that the other had to say, but what did catch his attention was that the kid was hungry. The 6ft tall Hellhound drew his tongue over his lips, which was hidden by the black skull mask he wore. "Its called being hungry kid." Vagabond would say calmly as he took a step forward, not really caring if he came off as threatening. It was there that he would close his eyes for a couple seconds, and a second later, a burger on a plate appeared in front of the fox. He didn't know what animals were capable of eating, but hey it was meat, and right now burgers were the easiest for him to carve. A kid was a kid after all, and he wasn't just going to let a kid starve despite how crazy the fox actually sounded. The fox then talked about the territory that this place was, and Vagabond's eyes seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. "I think... its called Rosebloods? Don't care enough to remember." The former human said with the shrug of his shoulders. At the mention, if the undead walked around, the Hellhound couldn't help but let out an amused snort. "Unless there's a zombie apocalypse I don't know about, pretty sure there isn't." Vagabond would state casually. If there was undead walking around, that would certainly tip the scales of all the crazy things that he's seen over the years that was for damn sure.

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