figure it out - [COTC VISIT]

[VASS .]

It wouldn't have been much of a surprise, if Vaas was in a bad mood that day. The drugs going sour, or the sun was just too fucking bright that day. Vaas was known to have them seldom. Rare were the days that Vaas actually roared with a fury, clawed down concrete walls and his home once a boisterous paradise to the hungry eyed and unproven became a brawl pit against the king of his own concrete wasteland. No, days where Vaas was truly victorious were rare to come, but his temper was another thing entirely.

He lived in a constant state of flux: it came with his rather protected youth- and up until recent years: near scant information of the clans. Vaas was a foul temper, he didn't respect authority, didn't respect the clan ways. It was the reason why he was always and would always be- an outlier, an outcast to the places he stuck himself to. A wild card in all manners of speaking if not for how easy his temper was to predict, quite simple really: Just don't fuck with what was his.

Quasar's appearance was a balm against the tiger's own nerves. Facing a stranger no matter how outwardly curious the tiger led on wasn't something that was well known. Yet the familiar face of the young sparkledoggo eased him: rhine approaching to a lesser extent: as much as he appreciated the leader, his own known crew would be always be a more trustworthy balm: yet rhine had accepted them in, gave them a home where most were unable to find comfort in the rotting docks. Vaas trusted the man, just.... not trusting himself with the other.

Vaas was too volatile, too eager to fight himself. As the only one bigger than the lion the large tiger let out a low menacing growl along with his own crew's insults. The grumble that rasped from his throat cut into the Kingpin's words as he made his own steps closer. Tail lashing behind him and the twitch of a challenging snarl lit the tiger's face.

"Eres insignificante mancha de mierda" The tiger took great pleasure in stroking the fire of Quesar's own ire to match his own. He stepped around the two who were offended: medusa- in covering her own weakness with his own strength. A small moment of protective fury only higher stroked as he met Quesar's own stance beside the dog.

In the moment, the sight of the leader- the deputy; was not enough to strike the tiger as a discouragement. Someone had come and insulted his people. There would be no peace here, not if Vaas had anything to say about it. "you need to get better at reading the situation, you're utter shit at it"

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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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