... I would like that. You know, just in case I can't get in touch with anyone to check for me.
[ she smiles warmly to him as she really settles in by fluffing the pillow the way she wants it behind her head. hopefully though, she can reach vash or some other stooge to fetch them some pizza so neither of them need to go and do any extra work. ]
[He could do that much, though overfeed and probably overwater were keys here. It was better than starvation, he supposed. He nodded his head as he closed his pack, picking it up as he observed her from the couch. He lingered watching her for longer than usual, contemplating this sensation of distortion in their relationship; it felt a little similar to when the sister came back but more... from one direction.
Maybe that's why he still felt he had a bit of control. That's what was important; he could hold them together if he had to. He was brought back to the question that made him understand Vander so much more: was there anything so undoing as a daughter?
Shaking his head slightly, he pulled himself out of his reserved contemplation and headed for the door.]
[ her father does show his love in actions, yes, and she notices them when he does. it's just sometimes, she would like to hear it too. especially when her voices enjoy tormenting her that the actions of an individual have some sort of twisted, selfish meaning behind them. jinx does her hardest to ignore them, but she trips over their traps now and then — primarily when she has them to thank for snapping her out of that other alternate life they all once lived in. ]
action;
[ she smiles warmly to him as she really settles in by fluffing the pillow the way she wants it behind her head. hopefully though, she can reach vash or some other stooge to fetch them some pizza so neither of them need to go and do any extra work. ]
action;
[He could do that much, though overfeed and probably overwater were keys here. It was better than starvation, he supposed. He nodded his head as he closed his pack, picking it up as he observed her from the couch. He lingered watching her for longer than usual, contemplating this sensation of distortion in their relationship; it felt a little similar to when the sister came back but more... from one direction.
Maybe that's why he still felt he had a bit of control. That's what was important; he could hold them together if he had to. He was brought back to the question that made him understand Vander so much more: was there anything so undoing as a daughter?
Shaking his head slightly, he pulled himself out of his reserved contemplation and headed for the door.]
I love you. I'll see you later.
[There, he said it. Okay, muttered it.]
action; 🎀
... See you, Silco.