baagha:
♛ —– This voice, it was RINGING in his head like a bell. It was EXHAUSTING. Was he on a trip? —- No, he wasn’t. VAAS was that kind of guy. He was strange, he acted strange, he liked to talk about strange things. Like it was a part of his NATURE. It reminded Ajay of SOMEONE.
Now, Jason wasn’t someone Ajay got to know very WELL. He got to know him briefly, so there was no reason to take OFFENSE in the words of the other one. But it still seemed like an unhealthy OBSESSION to him.
❛ No. It’s AJAY. — Can’t give a DAMN about pronunciation. ❜
In fact, he really didn’t. People called him Ay-Jay, Ah-jay. Son of MOHAN. Nothing had ever been more unimportant to him than that. But still, he did have the right to have people say HIS NAME, didn’t he?
❛ BUT it’s not JASON. Not JAY. Or JAYBIRD. Can’t help you with your JASON-OBSESSED-ASS. ❜
❝ Ah ! tut tut tut, ` what the fuck ever happened to being on your best behaviour --- Did it just up and die the same day chivalry and all that other bullshit became outdated? A teeth strewn grin curls onto his face, animated by mania alone, looking like he’s just heard the punchline to a great fucking joke. Vaas preferred it be this way.
( I AM THE BALANCING POINT. Iͪ̓̌̿ ͦ̐̿AM ̉ͦ͆Tͩ̋̓̈́ͧ͗̚HE ͬ̌̍BAͮLAͭ̅NC͌ͮͬͩIͨͪ̿̈́ͤNG̊ͪ̑̔̎ ̍̋Pͧ̿͑͗͂ͧͤOI̾ͫ̿N̋T )
❝ You’re supposed to go tweet tweet tweet, Jay - bird. ` Scabbed fingers open and close with each tweet, brows raised above a laughing mouth. He didn’t really give a fuck about him, about his dumb fucking problems at home, about his dead family. He just didn’t give a fuck. But money talks. And thousands and thousands of dollars put him on his best fucking behaviour ; FUCK chivalry. FUCK HIM.
❝ And my boss doesn’t want you any other way, Jay - birdy. Without your papi around to keep you safe from all the big, bad things out here, anything could happen. And THAT would be really fucking bad for business. `
