07-03-2019, 02:29 AM
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He'd always known people in this city were like dogs. Some of them were bossier, tougher, with spiked collars and scars, but there are a few puppies in the mix too. And V  V he's never been a goddamn dog person. They were stupid and loud. Even the real dogs here are more of a pain in the ass than anything else. They barked and bit and chewed up everything they could get their slobbery mouths on. Who was supposed to be in charge of them? Whoever it was, they were shitty at their jobs. Or maybe they just know V's not the sort of person they want to be around. He got his name for a reason, yeah? He was one of those buried missiles from the wars, a mine that hasn't been triggered yet. But it will be, one day. A big ass bomb that'll ruin everything around it.
So really, V's not the sorta person anyone should want to learn from. He's standing here awkwardly, in the middle of a bumpy, dusty road, dragging his claws lightly over the thigh of his jeans. Would he have to be nice if he's supposed to be teaching people? The most they're gonna end up learning is how to not die while he's tearing them apart  probably a good skill to have anyway. "Hey!" he barks with more confidence, picking his hands up from his thighs. "Get your asses in gear, deadbeats. Boss said I have to teach you some shit."
He'd always known people in this city were like dogs. Some of them were bossier, tougher, with spiked collars and scars, but there are a few puppies in the mix too. And V  V he's never been a goddamn dog person. They were stupid and loud. Even the real dogs here are more of a pain in the ass than anything else. They barked and bit and chewed up everything they could get their slobbery mouths on. Who was supposed to be in charge of them? Whoever it was, they were shitty at their jobs. Or maybe they just know V's not the sort of person they want to be around. He got his name for a reason, yeah? He was one of those buried missiles from the wars, a mine that hasn't been triggered yet. But it will be, one day. A big ass bomb that'll ruin everything around it.
So really, V's not the sorta person anyone should want to learn from. He's standing here awkwardly, in the middle of a bumpy, dusty road, dragging his claws lightly over the thigh of his jeans. Would he have to be nice if he's supposed to be teaching people? The most they're gonna end up learning is how to not die while he's tearing them apart  probably a good skill to have anyway. "Hey!" he barks with more confidence, picking his hands up from his thighs. "Get your asses in gear, deadbeats. Boss said I have to teach you some shit."
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