[[Continued from X]]
@vincula-flammae
“Look, dude, I could just as easily leave ya to fend for yourself, dealin’ with the uncontrollable transformations all by your lonesome. ‘Cuz honestly? I can find plenty of others to make into a pack, ya dig? So you’re lucky I was generous enough to take ya in after your little accident, and drag your ass back to safety after yet another accident last night,” Xigbar scolded, rather curtly, as he folded his arms on top of the table and gave the younger man his patented inhuman glare.
It wasn’t as though he was much more pleased with the whole predicament: Xemnas officially coming after his ass with his family in tow to finally seek his revenge after that whole “in-fighting” incident (good grief, that was years ago, what a big baby). And now he was stuck babysitting a pup---one that showed a lot of promise after surviving an attack, sure, but nonetheless, some training was in order, and Xigbar was just an exhausted lone wolf trying to garner as many allies as he could before Shit Hit the Fan.
“Trust me, kid, you are gonna be a rabid dog---whether you like it or not, it’s gonna be like this for a while.”











