SOMETHING SENSIBLE ☆ o, responsibilities course

[VASS .]

Structure, it was rare to find. Amidst the chaos of day-to day life of the once Boss of the boardwalk. He found and often enjoyed a similar day: a routine. It was commonplace, it made him reliable and it was one of the few reasons he could see to ever being promoted. He could always be found patrolling near the nights around the boardwalk, he'd spend the mornings within the closer limits of the clan camp. Evenings- and nights especially were either spent hunting within or outside of the borders of the clan. Venturing to strange hunting grounds that held more than simple mice and rodents.

Still, when Rhinestonestar spoke, Vaas listened. It was a simple presence, a soft command of attention. He wasn’t a natural leader, but he was a good one. In comparison to a few of their interactions before the merge, simple curiosity had been sated, but something still hungry and brutal under his pelt demanded the other’s attention. Demanded him look farther than simple roles. It called in the similar sense that he craved home. To carve the same thing here: wretched structure demanding love, demanding family.

Vaas’ own posture was lax, his earlier calm demeanor showing it’s colors before his thoughts ate away at it. A subtle tensing. Muscles clenching and unclenching with a wave: a ripple of muscle. It helped drown his thoughts, the motion of it, he let out a low hum at Rinestone’s words towards him. Until his ears worked at the static- the cotton in them fell out. It wasn’t a surprise that it was Rhine’s voice that cut him completely out of the haze.

Gods, was he that exhausted?

A leery grin stretched across his maw, a lot more bravado put into it than before as his lowered eyelids looked down towards foam. More kind but no less menacing if the other’s presence even came across as a threat anymore, no. He was a common sight now. The tiger of the kitty-clan, the wolf of sheep. A low hum buzzed out of him as he nodded down. “You’re job is to keep the warriors on their toes” It was a less serious response than Rhine’s but it was no less true.

Kits were the easiest to give the job, to be unburdened, without much but the shallow thoughts: they didn’t need to worry about their clanmates safety, didn’t need to fuss over war. No they played the pranks and got into trouble. It was expected, rebellion, playful thoughtlessness. Even though Foamkit in difference was the opposite. Thoughtful and considerate and so very kind in comparison.

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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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