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drvicvc‌:

As much as the mixed-blood got on his nerves when it came to his health, Vic did enjoy the man as a person. When he said he had a question, Vic turned in his chair, letting it swivel with the twist of his torso. He raised an eyebrow, signaling for the man to continue, and continued to reply to the main through nods and raising his brows. Of course he noticed the scars that marred the flesh of the other man. He’d have to be fucking blind not to see them.

And Dae wanted to get rid of them.

Of course he did. Victor had told him- had warned him after his first encounter with the Night Blood’s leader that his wounds needed extensive care. That it would scar terribly, and that he could help, and Dae made the conscious decision not to take his offer; he turned to his boyfriend instead. Then he got shot, and he only accepted as much healing as was necessary to keep him alive until he could get to his boyfriend. He ignored Vic’s requests to come in to check up on the wound, saying Seokju was taking good care of him. Vic knew that the other doctor was in fact doing so, but that didn’t change the fact that it was his fucking job to make sure every single member of the Howler’s was in optimal condition. Especially the assassins.

And now here he was.

Asking for the scars to be gone.

Because they’re ugly.

Perhaps Dae caught him on a bad day. A day where Victor had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, hadn’t had his morning coffee, had stepped on his daughter’s legos- maybe he was just in a bad mood. Maybe Victor was tired. Tired of being taken for granted by the rest of the gang. Tired of only being called upon when someone was dying. Tired of wasting his years and years in med school on this. Victor didn’t want to help him.

He turned back in his chair for a moment and glanced down at the photo of his wife he kept on his desk. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and sighed before turning back around to face Dae. “Yeah, I can get rid of them. You got an extra twenty minutes to spare?” he opened the bottom left drawer at his desk and the contents jingled as he did so, small glass bottles gently knocking against each other. He pulled out a small vial of a shimmering, light blue tonic, uncapped it, and knocked it back in one go.

Dae stood there waiting for a reply. Automatically, he could pick up on the annoyance. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, after all. He could hear the sigh after the doctor turned around in his chair, could hear the simple annoyance, and could certainly tell that the other was thinking of him as an idiot. And Vic had every right, Dae knew this.

If Dae was one thing, it was certainly hard-headed. The merdemon sure didn’t listen, to whoever, and barley even listened to himself. Now, though, he was realizing he should have, because maybe, just maybe, the scarring wouldn’t have been that bad from the first incident if Victor, a witch who could easily help with the healing process, had helped. He wouldn’t have the mangled flesh on his stomach. He wouldn’t feel cautious to take his shirt off--as a fucking half merman. He had never in his entire life been shy to take off his shirt. But now, with the scars that covered his skin, he suddenly was. So of course, he wanted the scarring gone.

His initial reaction to the sigh, the clear annoyance, the way he could sense the other didn’t want to help, was to snap. To waltz right out. To forget about it. He didn’t though. For one of the few times he ever would, Dae bit his tongue, and slid his little ass right back onto the table for the other. Part of him even felt bad for asking. “Yeah.”

Dae was silent for a few moments, watching the other down the shimmering, light blue tonic. He scrunched up his nose-- it didn’t look too appetizing. Then, he relaxed his facial expression, more into a frown. “Look, I’m sorry,” he finally murmured, as sincere as he could be.

𝟙-𝟠𝟘𝟘-ℝ-𝕌-𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀ℕ

vcxhisoka‌:

Hisoka genuinely hadn’t been expecting this admission. She hadn’t expected, even in the slightest, that Dae would open up to her about this at all. He didn’t seem the type to talk about what bothered him. That’s how she assumed their family was- after all, both Sam and Nami weren’t really the type to talk to outsiders about their personal lives, and while Hisoka wasn’t quite an outsider anymore, she wasn’t close. At least, she didn’t think she was. Was he truly hurting that much? So much so that he would confide in any ear his words could fall on? Her heart ached for him as he continued.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this… twice.” she spoke softly. There was no pity in her voice. It was merely soft. Gentle. She was at a loss of how to reply to that. “I assumed you haven’t talked to her about it before? Like the last time she did it? As to why she does it?” she wasn’t trying to poke or pry, honestly. She knew this was a problem she couldn’t fix for her Uncle. “I don’t think you’re over reacting though.” she gave him a small smile, “You’re hurt. Your pain is valid, y’know. Besides, you know better than anyone when it’s time to stop waiting for rain in the desert.”

Dae listened to Soka, smiling sadly. Truthfully he hadn’t talked to her about this before. Never really got a chance. “I never talked to her about it before because the last time, we died before I could,” he explained softly, a tone different from his usual tone and eccentric personality. He didn’t use it often. “I figure she does it because she can. It’s not like we’re entitled to stick together anyways. She doesn’t owe me an explanation, it would just be nice since y’know, now I don’t really have anyone but my partner.”

He went quiet at the last part. Dae really did feel like he had no one. Even if he had Soka, Sam, the other gang members, Luci... he was still alone aside from Seokju. He didn’t let anyone in as much as he should’ve, and despite hating that, he couldn’t help it. After a moment of quiet, he stood, shaking his head. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, we don’t have to talk about it anymore, it’s bringing a damper to the mood. I just-- I don’t know. It’s fine.”

#thread #thread;vchisoka

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drvicvc‌:

Victor made quick work of scanning the area, knowing that he wouldn’t find infections. If the man lived with a physician that couldn’t even take care of something like that, Vic would have been incredibly concerned. He was lucky to have a man like Seoju around, considering his aversion to anything in the medbay. His hand hovered above the scarred flesh, small, warm pulses of gentle energy scanned beneath the skin’s surface for damage. Aside from just a little bit of wear and tear from not taking a break like he was told (which was entirely expected, to be honest, and Vic had factored that into his estimated recovery time), he was fine.

“You’re probably a little sore, but everything looks fine.” he stated, giving one last once over deeper in the tissue and muscle and found, again, that with a little more rest he’d be right as rain. Vic nodded, a small sound of affirmation rumbled in his throat. He removed his hand, dissipating his aura. “You’re good.” he turned away from the man and opened a draw from the work station he’d been working at earlier. “You can use this to help with soreness and pain if you don’t want to use medication,” he set the little jar of salve on the bench next to the assassin, “Thanks, have a good one.” he turned away to plop himself right back into the chair he’d occupied when the assassin had first entered.

Dae blinked at the shortness of it all. The way Vic started, continued, and ended his job just as simple as if he was just another person he was done and tired of. Then again, he probably was. Dae wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be around with nor communicate with. And then again, this was Victor’s job. He supposed that just as a simple task of killing someone for Dae, this was a simple task for Victor.

“I... actually did have a question,” Dae managed out, taking the little jar of salve from beside him. Despite the fact Dae hated the doctor, check-ups, and anything even remotely related-- anything to help the pain, Dae would take. “I-- the scarring. I know you noticed it. Is there... anyway, I can like, get rid of it?” he asked softly, feeling a bit like a kid. Why in the hell was it such a shy thing for Dae? Maybe because the scars reminded him of the two traumatic events. Because despite it, they were both traumatic. The hand in his stomach being a bit less, but nevertheless, painful, traumatic, events. “It’s ugly,” he added, a bit dumbly.

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drvicvc‌:

Vic fought the urge to roll his eyes at the mixed-blood. He liked Dae well enough, but for the love of everything good in this world, he was, to date, the worst fucking patient he’d ever had as a gang medic. Howler’s and Ivory Lotus combined. He was just as eager to get Dae out of his office if only so that he could get the whiny man away from him and back into the group chat where he could enjoy the man’s personality at a distance. It always took everything in his power not to snap some respect into the merdemon.

“Yea, yea,” he muttered, waving his hand dismissively. Victor had the patience of a saint, and somehow, someway, Dae had managed to run it dry. He didn’t hate the man by any means, but he simply never saw him outside of healing, and the few times he has seen him for healing he’ been the single most insufferable patient he’s ever had. He was tempted to tell him to fuck off, get out, and deal with the repercussions himself, but Vic was a doctor. Not just a medic. He had a duty to see his patients recovery process through to the end.

He brought his magic to his hands with no thought at all, the luminous green healing aura surrounding his palms, and gestured to Dae’s shirt, “Lift it, please.” the sooner we get this over with, the better.

Dae went quiet, finally, as he saw the luminous green healing aura surrounding Vic’s palms. He did as he was told, having nothing left to say, and lifted up his shirt to reveal the nasty looking healing process of his stomach. It wasn’t infected, from what Dae could tell. He had it being handled carefully, as the man who he lived with never allowed it to ever get infected, but the scarring that was beginning to come into play, Dae hated it.

And Dae hated the fact that Vic was most likely going to mention something about the scarring. This was a medical checkup, so of course, he was going to hear all about it. He stayed quiet, letting the other do his job for once.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ

vchoney‌:

Did Honey need a motorcycle? Probably not. Did he want one anyway? Absolutely. So, when Dae offered to take him to pick one out, who was he to deny his soon to be brother in law? Honey was dressed in ripped black jeans and a black turtleneck. His blonde strands were styled to perfection, not that he ever really did much to his hair anyway. Grabbing his phone, wallet and jacket, he made his way towards the door. Honey locked up the house and met his future in-law outside. “So, I’m doing this for the aesthetic. Is that bad? I mean, I’ll ride the bike but basically because I’ll look really fucking good.” He grinned at him. “Also, hi. How are you?” He greeted, finally. He didn’t really spend much time with Dae. It he figured he might as well get to know him better. He was Sam’s brother, after all.

Dae really wasn’t that surprised at the admittance of why Honey was doing this. It was such a Honey thing to say and do. In his head, he found it amusing there were just Honey things that Honey would do. “Tired of the bitch seat?” he teased softly, not at all meaning it negatively. In fact, he patted the seat on the back of his motorcycle. “You do have to learn how to ride first, y’know. You can’t just hop on and ride. But I’m sure you know that? You’ve been riding with Sam, haven’t you?” He smiled, though, genuinely. “I’m good, though. You?”

ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

drvicvc‌:

He wasn’t at all surprised at the fact that the mixed blood was late, nor was he surprised by the excuse the man gave him. He knew Dae had this aversion to medical attention, for some odd reason, and he tried to respect that where he could. As lead medic, however, it was his duty to make sure all the members were in good health. As a friend, he needed to know that he was doing everything in his power to make sure his friends were in the best health condition they could possibly be in.

“I know, Dae. I just want to do a quick check up. You’ve had a hole in your gut twice in less than six months, which isn’t healthy, as you could imagine,” he nodded and motioned to the examination table, “just a quick once over to make sure everything is healing properly and that there’s no lasting trauma to the area, I promise.”

He knew that non-humans, in general, typically healed faster than humans did. Even so, every species was different, had different requirements for doing so. An incubus healed off of the energy the gained from sex, vampires, to his understanding, healed off of the blood they feed from- but he wasn’t too familiar with mermaid physiology, or demon physiology for that matter. This was as much of a learning experience for him as it was a check up for Dae.

Dae grumbled soft nonsense to himself as he glared at the examination table. A hole in his gut twice in less than six months. Dae was fine. Even if he had noticed some scarring. The bullet wound had been on the same exact side as the time a shitty vampire had stuck his hand right through his stomach. Of course there would be some scarring. Dae just didn’t care to hear it from someone.

It would be a reminded. And he felt ugly with the scarring. He wouldn’t admit that though, not to anyone. Maybe only his boyfriend. But with some hesitation, Dae finally moved to slip him unhappy little ass onto the examination table, and sighed.

“Get it over with. Look at the wound, it better be just a quick once over, it’s not infected and shit. It’s fine,” Dae muttered, resting his hands on his thighs. He felt like a kid, the way his legs hung off the exam table.

#thred #thread;drvicvc

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#thread #thread;vcxhisoka #tryin to get this back

vcxhisoka‌:

While it was true that Dae had been with the Howler’s for less than a year, and Hisoka had been there for damn near 12, it didn’t change the fact that he was right. When Dae had first joined the gang, he hadn’t made the best first impression- or second or third impression, but he got on Honey’s nerves, which was enough to put him in her own good graces. While it had taken quite some time, it truly felt like he’d opened up to being family, and with that, Hisoka had found someone she knew that she could confide in.

His offer to be there should she decide to come to Sam about this wasn’t lost on her. Truthfully, it made her chest well up with appreciation and she could hug the man. Ever since her best friends had passed in the attack on the Underground a little over a year ago, she’d had no one but herself. Sure, she had Sungmin and Vic, but it just wasn’t quite the same- they were more like fathers, or uncles, and despite Dae being her uncle, he truly felt more like a friend. She was thankful to have him.

She had to imagine that aunt Nami leaving was taking its toll on him- with how close they were, she’d imagine it would be impossible not to. She remembered how it felt when she lost her sister- though she’d been young. It couldn’t compare to the decades upon decades Nami and Dae had spent together. Still, while she knew she could go to him to vent, she wasn’t quite sure that she was someone he was willing to open up to, and she didn’t want to press. Even so…

“Dae… I appreciate the offer of support… cause I could use it, y’know. But if you ever need support too, I’m here. I know I’m not the best, but I’m here for you if you ever need a shoulder.” he didn’t need to bear his burdens alone. Family doesn’t let family suffer alone, after all.

Dae simply nodded, listening, as he packed up the fish stuff that was, well, quite important. He didn’t mean to be rude, didn’t mean to seem like he didn’t care, when Soka was met with silence on his part. He just didn’t know what to say. He was never offered that kind of support. So, he said nothing. He looked to the other with a small smile, to show him he did appreciate it. He continued until finally, he sighed, the words finally rattling in his brain. “I’m actually not really okay,” he admitted softly, biting his lip as he admitted. He sat back from finishing up the contents from the aquarium stand. He glanced to Pope, before back to Soka. “Like, not at all. I’m really bummed she left,” he continued.

“Like, she always does this shit. She leaves, and then expects for me to come back or come to her, for some reason. I know where to go to meet her, but why can’t she just-- not disappear, y’know? We spent our whole life together, and I’m her brother, not her boyfriend, so she’s not required but like, we were born together, died together, lived together. Leaving without any real warning for some pussy, kind of fucking hurts. But I don’t know. Maybe I’m just overreacting.”

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇs

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ / @vcminseokju

It had been too long since the two had a proper time spent together. The two of them were always so, so busy, and they really only had gotten to see each other at home. Which was still very, very surreal. He was living with his boyfriend, and he was happy. It really was weird.

And it was weird how happy he felt with this boy’s arms around him as the scenery whipped past them, waving the motorcycle goodbye as they drove towards the beach. Thankfully, Seokju always seemed to give into Dae’s crazy antics of going to the beach just to swim. It was a drive, after all, and Dae was sure Seokju didn’t even like to swim, but he did it, and Dae loved him for it. The bike halted into a parking space, the merman-demon spawn slipping the stuffy ass helmet off his head. “Here,” he grinned, stating the obvious.

#thread #thread;vcminseokju

ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

when will @vc-aegir learn to keep his guts where they belong

Victor’s med bay office was not a lavish one. It didn’t have all the bells and whistles his office had when he’d been with the Ivory Lotus’, but it did have everything that mattered. It had a table for him to work on his patients, it had counter space and storage for him to keep supplies in, and it had a place for his medical tools. It was a little bare bones, for now, but it got the job done. Victor kept his office immaculate, everything was pristine, steril, and in it’s rightful place.

Everything but his patient, that is.

He knew Dae didn’t love the idea of being treated by the medic when his boyfriend was a… doctor, of sorts. Even so, he was a Howler, and Victor was the Howler’s medic, meaning that if Victor said I need to see you in my office to check up on the hole in your stomach i patched up on the fly it means I need to see you in my office to check up on the hole in your stomach that i patched up on the fly.

Victor didn’t want to seem impatient, so as much as he wanted to, he didn’t reach for his phone to send a text. Instead, he sat at his desk, patiently whisking up salves in bulk to save for later. His salves were a hot commodity in the Underground, and they were ones he gave for free. He had a salve for practically everything, muscle and joint pain, stuffy nose, headache, itchiness, dryness- Vic practically ran an etsy shop from his office… except it was free, so it was nothing like an etsy shop.

Dae hated getting checked on by any doctor. He hated being babied and especially hated being told what to do for injuries. Given, he was shot, and the previous time he had another hole in his stomach, that one from a hand, but still. He hated it. Whenever someone told him what to do, he low-key hated it. His personality instantly made him want to challenge. So, going to the doctor, going to Victor, was something he knew was coming but was dreading.

Dreading the doctor also meant showing up a bit... well, a lot, late. He pulled up on his motorcycle, which he shouldn’t have been riding with a hole in his stomach, before hopping off, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and walking into the med bay office where Victor would surely be sitting.

And just as he expected, he noted the man, making some sort of concotion. He raised an eyebrow slightly before shaking his head. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic, and I kind of didn’t really want to come. I’m healing fine and shit, no infection! So, obviously, I’m fine, I don’t think you really need to check,” he smiled, half-heartedly trying to get out of having Victor take care of him. He hated being taken care of. He could care for himself.

𝟙-𝟠𝟘𝟘-ℝ-𝕌-𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀ℕ

#thread #thread;vcxhisoka

vcxhisoka‌:

“I…” she gave pause, punctuating her silence with a sigh, “I’ve kind of talked to Honey? We’re always trying to meet each other half way? He doesn’t like me very much either, never has, probably never will. It mostly feels like he’s only trying to get in my good graces because he knows that I’m the only one who could convince Sam to not go through with the wedding,” and it was the truth. If Hisoka told Sam, honestly, earnestly that she didn’t trust Honey, didn’t like him, and didn’t want him to be a part of their family, Sam wouldn’t do it.

But she didn’t want to do that to him. Dae was right- regardless of what it was that the leader saw in his SIC, he saw something in him. Whether he can’t see the red flags because he’s looking through rose-tinted lenses, or he can see them clear as day and is choosing to ignore them, she didn’t know. She just knew that she wanted him to be happy. She was just going to keep a stiff back and a watchful eye on the SIC- he’d threatened her father like a coward after the attack when he had just come out of a coma- he’d be weakened, defenseless, and Honey chose that moment to threaten him. Any man who operated like that was a threat to her father at any given moment, and she was going to watch him like a hawk.

“Besides… I want dad to be happy,” her gaze darted to the ground, a sad smile playing on the corners of her lips, “And I’m afraid of what he might think if I tell him I don’t trust Honey. Cause then, by default, that means I don’t trust his judgement.”

Hisoka didn’t understand the logic behind Nami just up and leaving like that, not even taking her things with her, but realistically they’d been around for far, far longer than Hisoka has. What the blonde might deem as selfish, they might see as liberating. Sam had always taught her it was never wise to judge someone’s choices until you know the whole story, so HIsoka merely smiled up at her uncle and nodded, “Okie-dokie. I’ll go get started on that, I guess,”

“See, I think it’s still something you should discuss with him. He’d understand your concern, just go about it in a way that is sort of, like, not intimidating, you know? Don’t just ‘Honey is awful’ but more, ‘I have a bad feeling about Honey, dad, and I can never place it, please understand I want you to be happy, but I don’t really like him’ or some shit like that. If you ever want to talk to him about it, I don’t mind being there too. Just because I know support might help a lot, y’know?” Dae stated clearly, actually quite invested in the matter because if Hisoka had stuff that concerned her, he felt she should talk to his brother, her father. She should always be able to. He knew Sam loved and respected her.

“I really just think, he’ll think that you care about him and are concerned. At least, that’s what I think. Now if he’s really angry or something about it, then he really is just looking at it from a lovesick puppy view. But what do I know? I’ve only been here in the gang for less than a year,” he continued and finished, giving a small shrug.

“Thank you,” he replied in response to her helping about with Nami’s things. Truthfully, he was sad, his sister was done. He wanted to cry about it. It was nerve wracking, being with someone for centuries, dying together, living together, but he had to keep his brave face on. Hisoka didn’t come to hear him talk about his issues with his sister leaving. He acted like it was fine. Because wasn’t it? But he couldn’t keep his smile on his face whenever she left. He sighed, beginning to slowly put the bottles of fish stuff into the box. But whenever he looked at the damn lionfish, that was Nami’s, he felt himself crack a little bit, and he sat there, staring at the box angrily.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ

ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ / @vchoney

Honey and Dae did have their differences. Dae was annoying, Honey was annoying, he got it. But alas, he was marrying his newfound haven’t-known-a-year brother. Half-brother but technicalities. Basically, he wanted to be on both their good sides, and he tried not to let Soka’s words, the way she didn’t like Honey, get in his head. Even if everything was true. Honey was a diva, Dae could see that. But Dae was trying to be civil. One part of being civil was bonding. And bonding over motorcycles, Dae could do. So, that’s why he slipped himself into his sports car, and drove his happy little ass over to where Honey and the rest of his family lived. He had agreed to pick him up, take him to view motorcycles, and hell, maybe they’d even get a bite to eat.

#thread #thread;vchoney

𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮

Throughout the week, Dae hadn’t been to any of the events. The gala wasn’t something he liked, the carnival was something that reminded the half-blood of how he once died, even if it wasn’t anything even similar, but the cook out? Well, now, he could fuck up some barbecue. And he could certainly fuck up a barbecue with with one of his friends and fellow gang members, Jisoo. That is, until, 𝟷𝟷:𝟶𝟷ᴀᴍ.

𝟷𝟷:𝟶𝟷ᴀᴍ was the moment the bomb went off, causing Dae to jump, drop his food onto the ground, and cover his eyes from the sight of the bright flames. Then, the screams followed suit, the chaos breaking loose, and Dae.... well, so much for enjoying cook outs.

#self para #vcevent001 #vctask001 #tw:gunshot #bruh this is shit i'm trying

suzuya-vc‌:

“Oh I feel so honored you won’t drown me,” Kyo said standing up he looked out to the ocean then back at his friend. “fine I suppose I can swim.“ He said pulling off his shirt and pants he wanted at least a few dry articles of clothing when he got out of the water. He hated wet clothes as it was. Stretching a bit he looked around leave it to Dae to want to swim now.

"Old fart im not that old’ he moaned. He felt young still compared to his sire and others he knew. there were far older vampires that him just in GHOST alone.

“You’re right, I’m the old fart, actually. How old are you? I’m probably at least triple or quadruple the age,” Dae laughed, though, he didn’t talk about that too much. Not that his age bothered him. He just didn’t talk about it often. Once he managed to get Kyo to swim with him, he grinned.

After a moment of hesitation, Dae stripped. He hadn’t exactly thought out the fact he’d have to be naked briefly in front of his friend. The downside of being half mermaid. He decided to make it quick, hurrying over to the water. As soon as the water touched him, his tail appeared, causing him fall right over face first. Not that it bothered him to get a face full of water. He simply dragged himself more into the water, glancing back to Kyo as a few waves hit him. “C’mon!’

#thread #thread;suzuya-vc

𝟙-𝟠𝟘𝟘-ℝ-𝕌-𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀ℕ

#thread #thread;vcxhisoka

vcxhisoka‌:

Hisoka’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped in excitement, “Can I?” the corners of her lips pulled up into the biggest smile she’s probably ever smiled in Dae’s presence, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She hopped over, taking small, excited, bouncing steps over and gingerly taking the bit of seaweed from her uncle’s hand. “Hello Pope~” she spoke softly at the little yellow fish, “It’s time for a snack!”

Hisoka had to fight herself from rolling her eyes. “Oppa, you haven’t known Honey as long as I have. He’s not great. I don’t trust him,” her brow furrowed in frustration and a bit of anger, “He’s a fucking psychopath. He clings on to unhealthy ideations of what he wants his life to be with little to no regard for literally anyone else. And be real, the only reason Honey’s as strong of a witch as he is? Is because dad taught him practically everything. I respect dad’s choice, but I don’t trust Honey.” truthfully, she could go off for hours on all the reasons she hated the man, but today wasn’t about that, nor did she want to get angry in front of Pope.

When the lid was lifted, Hisoka gently lowered the seaweed into the water, watching as Pipe nibbled on it and eventually snagged it from her. “Oh! Oh, he grabbed it!” her smile returned to her face easier than anything- she loved animals, especially Pope. He was adorable, and she’d never seen a fish that looked like him before. He was a Good Boy, and Hisoka stood by that.

“You… sure she’s not comin’ back? I mean, why would she just… vanish?” she approached the topic gingerly. She’d be happy to help him pack things up to take to donations, but how was he so sure? “I- you know, forget I asked. I’m sorry, I’ll just go sort her things. That was so insensitive of me-” Dae and Nami know each other in a way that Hisoka couldn’t even begin to understand. If he said that she wouldn’t be back for a while, but she’d come back one day, she was just going to trust that.

Dae listened to Soka, smiling whenever Pope took the seaweed right from her hand. That would keep him occupied for a while. It was a fairly large piece anyways. “I’m a psychopath, too, y’know,” he pointed out, “So is my boyfriend.” He shrugged, closing the lid of the fish tank as Pope went to town on his seaweed. “But I understand what you’re saying. Truthfully, I don’t trust him either, but he is marrying Sam. Now, I don’t know Honey as long as you do, but Sam sees something in him. Whether it’s false or not, it’s just best to... well, you can talk to him. Have you talked to him about this?” he asked, taking a step back to look at her. “As far as Nami, yeah, I know, she’s not coming back,” Dae confirmed softly, trying not to seem too sad. But it did bother him. He was left again, for some chick. He sighed. “It’s not insensitive, it’s a valid question, I don’t mind. And I’m not too upset, this is the second time,” he murmured, leaning down to open the fish cabinet. He began grabbing the bottles of dechlorinator, calcium, bacteria supplement, everything else it took to keep the tank running, healthy, and safe for the fish in it. “In the past, before we died, she ran off with a woman. That’s what she did this time. Give her ten or more years, and she’ll come back. I don’t mind, we’re siblings, not lovers. She can do whatever she wants,” he finished, “But definitely it’s all going to be donated, so take whatever you want. She said I could.” He sat a few bottles into the box.

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“Haha, sperm donor I suppose that is what you can call him.” The vampire wondered what it would be like to be any bit demonic like Dae. He supposed in a way he was as a vampire but it wasn’t quite the same as having a demon for a father. He looked over to Dae for a bit longer then shook his head.

“No, I don’t think swimming is in my near future but go ahead if that is what you want to do” He smiled He wasn’t exactly in the mood to get wet tonight. but he might be persuaded if the other asked a few more times. “I’m bored but I’m not sure if I’m that bored.

“Hey, swimming is great! Come on, again, I won’t drown you. Unless you want that, then I totally will, but warning, hell isn’t that great. But then again, I don’t think... vampires go anywhere. I never encountered a vampire in hell so,” Dae shrugged, not having thought about it too much. The bloodsuckers went somewhere, they had to. He didn’t care enough. He was a good friend, but not good enough for Dae to focus too much on.

Dae finally stood, brushing off sand. He didn’t mind it too much. He grew up on the sand, so he hardly even noticed it nowadays. “Come, we’re swimming, like, right now,” he grinned, “You’re bored, and swimming, is a great cure for boredom, so come, you old fart,” he scolded, though, he was sure he was older himself.

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