Tch. Is that you telling me I'm good to go cut someone to ribbons? Save it. I'm gonna wait until I know you won't be dead when I come back.
["I'm still here", he says, but Rosso isn't so trusting. He needs to make sure Adrian actually gets to sleep, that his breathing isn't stuttered and wheezy, and that he won't choke on his spit or blood or anything of the sort. Rosso's vengeance can wait until he's sure, even if it has to be a few days.
He's fairly confident he can find Vash in that time. This isn't like Mary, who disappeared soon after killing the both of them, leaving no room for vengeance to be wrought — or attempted a second time, in Adrian's case. No, no, Rosso is relying on pure luck of the draw here, that and his wildly overconfident perspectives on his ability to slaughter people.
Then again, that arrogance is what got him killed in the first place, but he's not really considering that, nor is he weighing the pros and cons, nor is he doing anything other than stroking Adrian's fur lovingly while promising death and destruction at a later date.]
[But. He wasn't going to tell him NOT to, either. He just has to trust that Rosso knows better than to go out there and get himself killed. Vash...could still be frenzying, he has no idea. And if that's true...then Rosso could be in some real danger if he isn't careful.
Then again, Adrian knows that half of the reason Vash got him is because he was so reluctant to use his fire in the middle of the woods. If he were to really cut-loose, he could have set all of Lager on fire...and what if it spread to home? Beyond? Maybe one of the first times he's not been selfish in a moment like that, but there's always a first for everything. Then, as soon as he got his hands on his wing....
Well. He really, really doesn't want to think about that right now, so he won't. He'll let the nightmares do their thing all on their own.
But, right. Being alive. He can do that much, he thinks. His tail curves against Rosso's side, figners kneading against his skin a bit reflexively until his eyes fall closed again. He can feel a heavy blanket finally trying its level-best to settle over him, and he's worried it will if he doesn't keep talking.]
M....tired.
[He is so fucking tired. Having your energy drained leaves you feeling weak like no other, he really can't explain it. Like that whole-body exhaustion when you go swimming, but pretend he went swimming in pudding or quicksand instead.]
Get some rest then, aegiya. Nothing's going to get you while I'm here.
[If Vash somehow decided to turn up at the house... well, that would make Rosso's job a lot easier. He's not banking on it, though; he'd rather Vash have no idea where they live if he's acting how he's acting.
Rosso's going to sit here and stroke Adrian's mane until he falls asleep, and listen closely to his breathing. He has to make sure the guy isn't going to suffocate, that there's no blood in his lungs where it shouldn't be... not that he'd know how to get said blood out anyway. He can't expect Adrian to stay awake after all of that — he'll have to sleep some time — but Rosso hopes sleep won't yield death still.
Alisha, meanwhile, trots out of the knot-hole in the tree that she likes so much and curls up on the pillow nearby. She will watch over him.]
[It's like Adrian's body needed the confirmation to rest. The assurance that he wasn't going to just die, or be killed in his sleep, if he drifted off. He hardly manages another few minutes awake, passing out so hard that even a bomb dropping onto the treehouse likely wouldn't be enough to rouse him.
But he's alive. It's clear by the way his chest steadily rises and falls that he's still breathing, and the chance to properly rest will give him the chance to recover. It will take a while...a long while. But recover he will, eventually.]
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["I'm still here", he says, but Rosso isn't so trusting. He needs to make sure Adrian actually gets to sleep, that his breathing isn't stuttered and wheezy, and that he won't choke on his spit or blood or anything of the sort. Rosso's vengeance can wait until he's sure, even if it has to be a few days.
He's fairly confident he can find Vash in that time. This isn't like Mary, who disappeared soon after killing the both of them, leaving no room for vengeance to be wrought — or attempted a second time, in Adrian's case. No, no, Rosso is relying on pure luck of the draw here, that and his wildly overconfident perspectives on his ability to slaughter people.
Then again, that arrogance is what got him killed in the first place, but he's not really considering that, nor is he weighing the pros and cons, nor is he doing anything other than stroking Adrian's fur lovingly while promising death and destruction at a later date.]
You focus on being alive first.
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[But. He wasn't going to tell him NOT to, either. He just has to trust that Rosso knows better than to go out there and get himself killed. Vash...could still be frenzying, he has no idea. And if that's true...then Rosso could be in some real danger if he isn't careful.
Then again, Adrian knows that half of the reason Vash got him is because he was so reluctant to use his fire in the middle of the woods. If he were to really cut-loose, he could have set all of Lager on fire...and what if it spread to home? Beyond? Maybe one of the first times he's not been selfish in a moment like that, but there's always a first for everything. Then, as soon as he got his hands on his wing....
Well. He really, really doesn't want to think about that right now, so he won't. He'll let the nightmares do their thing all on their own.
But, right. Being alive. He can do that much, he thinks. His tail curves against Rosso's side, figners kneading against his skin a bit reflexively until his eyes fall closed again. He can feel a heavy blanket finally trying its level-best to settle over him, and he's worried it will if he doesn't keep talking.]
M....tired.
[He is so fucking tired. Having your energy drained leaves you feeling weak like no other, he really can't explain it. Like that whole-body exhaustion when you go swimming, but pretend he went swimming in pudding or quicksand instead.]
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[If Vash somehow decided to turn up at the house... well, that would make Rosso's job a lot easier. He's not banking on it, though; he'd rather Vash have no idea where they live if he's acting how he's acting.
Rosso's going to sit here and stroke Adrian's mane until he falls asleep, and listen closely to his breathing. He has to make sure the guy isn't going to suffocate, that there's no blood in his lungs where it shouldn't be... not that he'd know how to get said blood out anyway. He can't expect Adrian to stay awake after all of that — he'll have to sleep some time — but Rosso hopes sleep won't yield death still.
Alisha, meanwhile, trots out of the knot-hole in the tree that she likes so much and curls up on the pillow nearby. She will watch over him.]
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But he's alive. It's clear by the way his chest steadily rises and falls that he's still breathing, and the chance to properly rest will give him the chance to recover. It will take a while...a long while. But recover he will, eventually.]