tiir rumibul; oo3

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Morning.
Style: [I'm lazy sob]
Status: Open!
Warnings: Blood and death, because Tiir is a psychopath like that. Also be warned that if you attack him, he will probably just leave the scene f-fffff. :D;

[... Ah. Ahaha—

Guriko is gone again. He should've expected this.

Either way, he goes out to do what always comes to mind when he's in a bad mood: kill. In the back of his mind, he knows that it's wrong (Minato would disapprove—) but he made no promises. He agreed not to feed on others, yes, but not on taking a life.

And right now, morals be damned—he needs to kill.

Consequently, one poor local is getting his head grabbed by Tiir, whose eyes are glowing brightly as he applies pressure. It's a bloody means of killing, but it's familiar and that's exactly what he's aiming for as the man's head bursts, soaking a smirking Tiir in blood.

Tossing the body onto the ground, he starts to laugh, even though there's nothing particularly amusing about the situation. He laughs, because he doesn't know how else to react.

... It's better than crying over this, at least.]

Comments

[messianic]

[He remains standing firm, shaking his head slowly, wanting so badly to understand.]

Here? But it has significance to you at home, doesn't it?

[asea]

[It does. And he may never return to it -- ]

This is not there.

[messianic]

[...so it does. At home. He nods quietly at that.]

It isn't. That doesn't mean that your home isn't important still, right?

[asea]

[Home. He keeps saying home.]

That place is not important here. All Lamufao cares about is the power of the people from it. [Only to preserve the city -- ] And they have no need to, either.

[messianic]

[...that place.

Why...? He doesn't understand.]

Perhaps they don't. It's not them I care about right now, though. It's you.

You...don't have to abandon your home, do you...?

[asea]

[Him, him. No, it's not him or about him. It has never been about him, and it never will be. Walter turns away again.]

Don't care. I'm not interested in answering any more of your meaningless questions.

[messianic]

That's impossible.

[Just an easy, calm statement, and he tucks his hands into his pockets.]

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I do care about you, Walter-san. Is that so strange?

[asea]

[He said he wouldn't answer any more. And what tumbles out of Minato's mouth is pure nonsense, so Walter, with his back to Minato, walks away with no intention of being interrupted this time.

The area where his previously almost torn leg and hip meet stings a little with each step, but he doesn't stop.]

[messianic]

[...he remains where he is.]

Please take care of yourself, Walter-san.

[That's all he says as the other walks away.]