His patience was growing really thin, but he had to keep it down, forced himself to grit his teeth and hold back the shouting, ranting frustration that was wanting to bubble over.
He knew how stubborn Vash could be when he got a worm in his bonnet about something. And this looked like an entire swarm of the fuckers. He sighed, looking back at the older Plant, as if silently begging him for the strength not to go feral, before he let out a long, loud sigh and reached up, grabbing the youngster by the shoulders to hold him still, looking him square in the eyes.
"Look, kid. You wanna talk about family? I don't have one. Never have. I got to attach myself to a bunch of belligerent, obstinate, stubborn idiots without the sense God gave a Toma for my family, instead. And it ain't gonna make a lick of sense to you, right now, but two of those people? Are you two right here. So my only concern right now is makin' sure we get you somewhere you can get the care you need. I'm not gonna let you run around here in the state you're in, tryin' to find some survivors that don't exist."
His lips pursed in a thin line and he pulled his hands away as he sighed again, looking back at Blondie with a resigned expression.
"But I also know you two well enough to know, the way he's actin', if I don't do this, he's gonna be insufferable. And the last thing I wanna do is upset him right now. At least get him upwind of this smell, I'll take a look around and then come meet you in a while. There's food in the saddlebags on the bike, but take it easy at first. Too much, too fast, an' he'll make himself more sick than he is right now. He'll need more water than food, to start off with."
He took a moment to pull out one of his old cigarettes, lighting it and taking a long drag before letting the smoke swirl lazily out of his lips and around his face, hoping to hide the smell of decay as much as possible, and then he stormed off to begin searching the town.
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He knew how stubborn Vash could be when he got a worm in his bonnet about something. And this looked like an entire swarm of the fuckers. He sighed, looking back at the older Plant, as if silently begging him for the strength not to go feral, before he let out a long, loud sigh and reached up, grabbing the youngster by the shoulders to hold him still, looking him square in the eyes.
"Look, kid. You wanna talk about family? I don't have one. Never have. I got to attach myself to a bunch of belligerent, obstinate, stubborn idiots without the sense God gave a Toma for my family, instead. And it ain't gonna make a lick of sense to you, right now, but two of those people? Are you two right here. So my only concern right now is makin' sure we get you somewhere you can get the care you need. I'm not gonna let you run around here in the state you're in, tryin' to find some survivors that don't exist."
His lips pursed in a thin line and he pulled his hands away as he sighed again, looking back at Blondie with a resigned expression.
"But I also know you two well enough to know, the way he's actin', if I don't do this, he's gonna be insufferable. And the last thing I wanna do is upset him right now. At least get him upwind of this smell, I'll take a look around and then come meet you in a while. There's food in the saddlebags on the bike, but take it easy at first. Too much, too fast, an' he'll make himself more sick than he is right now. He'll need more water than food, to start off with."
He took a moment to pull out one of his old cigarettes, lighting it and taking a long drag before letting the smoke swirl lazily out of his lips and around his face, hoping to hide the smell of decay as much as possible, and then he stormed off to begin searching the town.