I DON'T COOK, I DON'T CLEAN ☆ o, negotiations

[VASS .]

Contrary to popular belief, the boardwalk was his group’s main territory, and the two leg was mostly on the outskirts of it. It was a part of land that they mostly ventured to to hunt; and it was where Vaas had found a place to settle. What once was a home to a singular mammal transformed almost into the camp of the group. Cargo containers, cages (some closed, some open: all in use one way or another) Storage boxes piled along the interior of the warehouse. The walls painted in neon colors; each surface littered with an assortment of personality. Some skulls, mostly pelts painted with the same brilliant hued brush. It was a place of paradise, of never-ending party.

The music that thrummed throughout the entire building was halted with the Boss’ command: and the chung of his crew that was within the building paused to look towards the approaching group. He sighed as he watched the group make their way through the maze towards Vaas’ spot in the back of the building. Atop a cargo container and a fresh cut of prey at his paws. Unlike him; his group saw the prize that stumbled into their lap when the group had become stranded there. Testing their will’s against the threats of the hoards of rats that flooded the boardwalk. Watching them be scarred away by the newcomers; most felt grateful for them, Vaas only felt agitation; annoyance.

It settled as he looked down towards Rhinestonestar, a quiet tension as the leader demanded his attention; Vaas remained in his spot, tail behind him thumping lightly at the hallowed perch of his- not hiding his own agitation of the intrusion. Vaas was not a selfish ruler, and instead of paying any heed towards the leader, he looked out towards his crew. The small group of the boardwalk group looked on- from the encroutchers it would look blank most of them- or eager; Vaas saw beyond that, the twitches and fidgits: hopeful the all of them. He let out another sigh, though they were all silent as soon as the group of Forastero’s entered his abode, he knew they would all pay attention to what would be said.

“what kind of … deal” Vaas’ voice  spoke in a droll tone. His large form showing nonchalance if not the hint of agitation of a flicking tail.

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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