[ Surely Delcan's fortune will be just like that and not anything strange at all! He does like V had, snapping the cookie in half to get at the paper in the middle. While he's busy munching away, he gives the fortune a read, and his expression instantly turns to one of utter confusion. ]
"The food here taste so good, even a cave man likes it"?
[ The way the end of that statement upticks in question is definitely not part of what's printed on there. That's just Declan trying to figure out what the fuck he's looking at. ]
[V was right on the verge of spouting another line of Blake regarding fear, but Declan is spared of this recitation when he reads from his fortune cookie.
Because. What.
There's no way V can't find that funny. Between the confusion on Declan's face and the way he intones it, too, he's caught between holding back a laugh and swallowing his bite of fortune cookie. And it just goes down the wrong way.
Excuse him as he devolves into a slight coughing fit, stuck somewhere between states of amused and "oh god".]
[ Declan gives V a long look, then slowly lifts the tiny piece of paper to read it again. Slower this time, like he's trying to teach V a very basic lesson he's just not getting. ]
"The food here taste so good, even a cave man likes it."
If I’m a caveman, so are you. Don’t think I didn’t notice how quickly you demolished your meal!
[ He can’t keep up the straight face forever, though, and cracks a grin soon enough. V doesn’t seem the type to laugh often or easily, and here Declan has gotten a few such instances out of him in one afternoon. An achievement to be proud of! ]
Still, thank you for the experience. This world has a lot to offer and I’m curious about all of it.
[Obviously! He also didn't eat breakfast. Or hardly ever does. It'll be interesting, falling into the routine that a human body requires, though V just assumes it'll happen on its own, naturally, with time.]
But you don't need to thank me. You're doing me a favor, too. Stalwart companion, remember?
[He's already thinking about where he wants to eat next. Maybe a sweets shop... Hm. Anyway-]
[Oh, he will definitely sling it around when he wants something. But only when it's something fun or troublemaking.]
Well, I do have deft hands when it's required of me. [He's detail-oriented, if nothing else.] So that means you won't be needing to take it back to Dodo?
[ If it’s not obvious by now, Declan enjoys a bit of chaos, especially in the name of something fun, so V will probably have to try very little to get Declan on board with stuff. ]
It looks like it. You’re welcome to break something when we get there if you really want to see how Mending works, though.
Oh, do you find it amusing to imagine me sliding down a staircase after the stairs have flattened? Or being unable to reach the book I want because the bookshelf has grown five feet taller without warning?
It’s all harmless fun, it seems. If the house truly wanted to hurt you, I’m sure it would have done. Besides, you were the one flinging us off staircases. Perhaps you’ve given Dodo the impression that you’re a thrill-seeker.
[ Not that he knows much about how enchanted(?) houses are supposed to work.
In any case, he holds up the tattoo gun, now whole and presumably functional. ]
All done! I daresay I did this one better than the last.
[Eugh, well. Unfortunately, he can't argue against that. V does like a thrill, much like Vergil does.]
You enjoyed it, too.
[A token rejoinder at best.
He straightens into a stand, walking over to see Declan's handiwork up close. Not that V would really know how he made it even better than the last, apparently, but he's just curious.]
Oh? If that's the case, you're sure that's a 'no' to the tattoo? Free of charge, as a thank you.
[One would think muscle memory would play its part, or that his tattoo-artist-knowledge-from-another-life would kick in and bloom in his mind as the days crawled by.
But no such thing. Not yet, anyway. V wonders if it ever will.]
What I'm hearing is that you'd be willing once I have a little more practice under my belt.
[ Though some part of him does have some vague recollection of an agreement, something to the tune of Declan will finally cave and get a tattoo when he and Adelaine bring home the coveted Botbattles championship trophy, the Giant Cog.
Well, that’s certainly a long way off now that he has to re-learn the sport and all that goes into it. And perhaps V doesn’t remember this agreement at all! ]
Well now, shall we pack up and head back to the house? Assuming you still wish to engage in a bit of light vandalism.
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[ Surely Delcan's fortune will be just like that and not anything strange at all! He does like V had, snapping the cookie in half to get at the paper in the middle. While he's busy munching away, he gives the fortune a read, and his expression instantly turns to one of utter confusion. ]
"The food here taste so good, even a cave man likes it"?
[ The way the end of that statement upticks in question is definitely not part of what's printed on there. That's just Declan trying to figure out what the fuck he's looking at. ]
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Because. What.
There's no way V can't find that funny. Between the confusion on Declan's face and the way he intones it, too, he's caught between holding back a laugh and swallowing his bite of fortune cookie. And it just goes down the wrong way.
Excuse him as he devolves into a slight coughing fit, stuck somewhere between states of amused and "oh god".]
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Are you alright?
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...No, actually, he's fine... eventually. Though by the time he's caught his breath (see: wheezing), his eyes are stinging with tears.]
What... what was your fortune?
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"The food here taste so good, even a cave man likes it."
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Why did Declan get a ridiculous fortune? He's almost jealous. V's immune to the deadpan delivery, too -- or maybe that just adds to the hilarity.]
...Words to live by. But I promise we'll get something even better next time, Mr. Cave Man.
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[ He can’t keep up the straight face forever, though, and cracks a grin soon enough. V doesn’t seem the type to laugh often or easily, and here Declan has gotten a few such instances out of him in one afternoon. An achievement to be proud of! ]
Still, thank you for the experience. This world has a lot to offer and I’m curious about all of it.
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[Obviously! He also didn't eat breakfast. Or hardly ever does. It'll be interesting, falling into the routine that a human body requires, though V just assumes it'll happen on its own, naturally, with time.]
But you don't need to thank me. You're doing me a favor, too. Stalwart companion, remember?
[He's already thinking about where he wants to eat next. Maybe a sweets shop... Hm. Anyway-]
Speaking of favors, how's the tattoo gun looking?
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Nearly back in working order! You did well in taking it apart. Not a single piece is missing or damaged.
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or troublemaking.]Well, I do have deft hands when it's required of me. [He's detail-oriented, if nothing else.] So that means you won't be needing to take it back to Dodo?
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It looks like it. You’re welcome to break something when we get there if you really want to see how Mending works, though.
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"Mending"... Is that healing magic but for objects, rather than people?
[And if that's the case, hmm... Would could he break?]
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[ BE REASONABLE V ]
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...What about-
[A television? An oven in the dining hall? No, maybe too complicated if the fridge is off-limits.]
One of the house's windows?
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[ A thoughtful hum, as he begins putting the final pieces of the tattoo gun together. ]
Mending can repair a break or tear no bigger than a foot in diameter. So, choose your window carefully.
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[We will see if this is actually the case when the time comes.]
I'll be careful.
[It'll just be a little crack. Probably.]
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[ It seems to be alive somehow, so he wouldn't be surprised. ]
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[He’s not worried.]
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[ It was probably quite funny! ]
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Oh, do you find it amusing to imagine me sliding down a staircase after the stairs have flattened? Or being unable to reach the book I want because the bookshelf has grown five feet taller without warning?
Dodo has a strange sense of humor.
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[ Not that he knows much about how enchanted(?) houses are supposed to work.
In any case, he holds up the tattoo gun, now whole and presumably functional. ]
All done! I daresay I did this one better than the last.
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You enjoyed it, too.
[A token rejoinder at best.
He straightens into a stand, walking over to see Declan's handiwork up close. Not that V would really know how he made it even better than the last, apparently, but he's just curious.]
Oh? If that's the case, you're sure that's a 'no' to the tattoo? Free of charge, as a thank you.
[He's joking, I promise.]
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[ Even if V is not a novice? He's forgotten, or rather never really learned, all of his know how that this world seems to think he has. ]
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But no such thing. Not yet, anyway. V wonders if it ever will.]
What I'm hearing is that you'd be willing once I have a little more practice under my belt.
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[ Though some part of him does have some vague recollection of an agreement, something to the tune of Declan will finally cave and get a tattoo when he and Adelaine bring home the coveted Botbattles championship trophy, the Giant Cog.
Well, that’s certainly a long way off now that he has to re-learn the sport and all that goes into it. And perhaps V doesn’t remember this agreement at all! ]
Well now, shall we pack up and head back to the house? Assuming you still wish to engage in a bit of light vandalism.
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