big dick is back in town. shoulders lift high and confidence exudes like molten lava. people could honestly care less, doesn't really give a fuck about what anyone has to say, nor the disgusting look passerbys give. this situation is no different. fellow sparda kin but of a different variety, color, and font to that of his own brother. clearly, this guy doesn't understand how anyone can be tolerable around him, if he has any friends to begin with. it makes him idly wonder, using his pinky to clean at his teeth before speaking. " so, what's it like over there? just as depressing and shitty over here, i bet. " just casual conversation, propping his feet right up, boots and all. although, thoughts wander to how tolerable he could be to other people. generally it was just living on a day by day basis with no hopes of a future, only to get laid, drink, and get laid some more. but, now there's something to defend, a history he never thought of experiencing. the loss of a brother, and the only family to have been alive, brought to heel by his own greed and distaste for humanity. couldn't he get another hobby? probably hack the systems to get a better job? crochet? maybe even get laid himself. he needed it and even mentioned it once, but vergil waved it off, saying he had other desires than the comfort of women.
right. sure.
this one was different, obviously tolerates less and stoic face that hardly shows any other emotion. all until @songsofreason speaks with a bit of a sneer, " you make my skin crawl. " van helsing.
brows furrow, quickly turning his head around his left... then right. there's no one there. oh, so clearly he's talking to him. dickhead. and so he responds with a shrug, picking at his teeth again, this time with the middle finger. " you must think i give a shit. it could be good for you, then you wouldn't have such a giant stick up your ass. "