hoarding for heathens - bowls

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny definitely noticed the way that Aslisk eyed him wearily as he got closee to the pile of bowls, but he just rolled his eyes at her, grabbing one of the bowls and turning it over in his claws as he leaned back on his hooves. His wings worked carefully enough that there was very little chance he would break it, just admiring the little flower patterns carved in it before placing it back down. Humans really did make some pretty things back when they were around, but he hardly thought of them nowadays, just appreciating their handiwork because it was what they were currently living in. Turning back towards the wyvern, Vin let his tongue flick out from his mouth for a moment before he mumbled softly, "Not my fuckin' fault ya didn't hear m'knock, but I know that I did it, so..." He shrugged his wings a little bit before Aslisk continued on about her family, continuing to surprise the harbinger. It was a little hard to believe that anybody could get through Aslisk's hard outer shell to be involved in a relationship with her, but he supposed that she had a whole different life that he didn't know about, even if he doubted that she was much different wherever she had come from. Lifting a claw up to scratch gently at an itch behind one of his large ears, Vox stretched out enough for his back to pop before he mumbled softly, "Kids 'n' a wife, huh? Well, good f'you, I guess. Sorry that they're not here. Despite what y'may think about th'Halls, I'm sure ya family would've been happy 'ere... maybe they'll show up one'a these days and you'll be reunited or some shit." He knew that real life wasn't really that kind as to do something like reunite Aslisk's family without something going horribly wrong, but... he could at least pretend he believed things would be alright.

It was after his mumbling when Aslisl's expression changed, her teeth darkening further and her fangs becoming bared. Vinny already felt a heavy sigh leave him, readying himself for whatever the hell it was that the wyvern was about to say – she had quite the reputation already for just saying whatever the fuck came to mind without really thinking. When she refused to give the bowls back, he winced and grumbled, shaking his head a bit at the female, letting out a soft huff of frustration out through his spiked nose. He was pretty sure he couldn't change her mind at all, but he still said in an annoyed voice, "Y'may be the most fuckin' stubborn person I've ever met... how th'hell are y'even gonna get these bowls t'ya kids if they're not even here? D'ya know where they are?" Perhaps he was going a bit far snapping out such a personal thing, but he couldn't help to respond to Aslisk's anger with his own, his wrath usually well hidden away, but rising up to the occasion when Aslisk was being pissy. He then said, bringing a wing up to his head to gently rub at his forehead, as if trying to massage away a headache that always showed up whenever Aslisk pulled some shit like this, "And no injurin' anybody over some fuckin' bowls please. That is th'stupidest shit I've ever heard." He couldn't quite understand the emotional value that the bowls had to Aslisk, since he only saw them as stupid old wooden and glass bowls that were disposable without limit. He wanted to just drop it and tell Aslisk she could keep the bowls as long as she didn't cause trouble, but then Aslisk grumbled about not having a community of her own. Vox chuckled dryly before replying, his large bat ears perking up as he shook his head, "I grew up here. Well, not here, but in th'Halls. It wasn't exactly luxurious, but it was home, ya know? And I'm pretty sure y'know what havin' a community is like, if y've got a wife 'n' kids." Sure, such a group was a tiny community, but it was a community nonetheless.