[ 2's laughs are usually enough to get Vivi to jump, especially if he's thinking about something else or caught unawares. Today, though, it just earns them another grumble. ]
...I guess. Maybe. [ He just doesn't want to be near friendly faces with all the thoughts that are buzzing in his head right now, but for someone who doesn't like to be separated (it's always led to worse things), it's hard to reconcile. ]
And I know that. [ It's hard to get along with the other Waltzes, even now. 1 and even 3 aren't bad, though it relies on catching 3 in a good mood rather than one of his many bad ones, which are few and far between, but even their best interactions have distance.
He doesn't know what to do with No. 2. It's frustrating, and partially the reason he's sulking out here in the first place. ] You keep telling me. It's not like I'd forget that you hate me or anything.
[ The last words are almost a snap. Reminiscent of 3 again, who seems to find it easiest to incite the side of Vivi that was a Waltz first and a child later. Storms of different elements, but storms nevertheless. ]
[At least with 3's temper, there's the promise of something explosive (and 2's found themself to be rather pursuant of the distraction found in arguments—it clogs the space where otherwise they'd have to think about... nothing, there's nothing to think about!). With Vivi, certain scenarios aside...
Yellow eyes narrow as if to frown, critical lights amidst the more solid part of their design.]
And you're just taking it.
[Questioning—intrigued, maybe. Really, it's just something to entertain them, it isn't even a facsimilie of caring about the strange failure who's dragged them all up and after him and his "friends".
But, well, there are a few ways to go about this sort of mood-development.
...Un...fortunately, not all of them have had the opportunity to develop past barbs and blows, so the outcome is undoubtedly expected—and accompanied by another one of those shrill laughs, albeit thankfully shorter.]
At least you make it easy. [2 drifts in a lazy arc around him, chin tucking under their collar as they consider him but maintaining distance.] So what brings you out here and away from people who—at least presumably—don't? [From anyone else, it might have seemed sincere, an honest question after one's well-being. It very much loses that nuance with 2, though, if not by the context then by the ever-present grin in their voice.]
[ He knows better, or should know better, than to keep reaching out. Once bitten, twice shy, except the second part never follows. He doesn't know why he does it, trying to understand these mages who are so similar and yet so different from him. Maybe he's trying to find a reflection...
He doesn't know, really. Feelings are hard. Sorting out motivations for everything, putting it into words he can grasp, is harder.
The question gets a sharp shrug, a reflexive answer. ] Dunno. [ After a moment, though: ] It's too much. I think. I wanna be by myself.
[ He pulls himself up on the rock he's sitting on, half-curling in on himself, one knee up to support the hand his chin is now resting on. ] What else'm I supposed to do? It's not like me fighting you is gonna get you to like me.
[ He glances at the Waltz, and then looks away. There's a little frustration in there, but as always with Vivi, there's a bit of sadness too. He's always hurt when these attempts end in failure, never hardening; it makes him an eternally easy target. ]
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...I guess. Maybe. [ He just doesn't want to be near friendly faces with all the thoughts that are buzzing in his head right now, but for someone who doesn't like to be separated (it's always led to worse things), it's hard to reconcile. ]
And I know that. [ It's hard to get along with the other Waltzes, even now. 1 and even 3 aren't bad, though it relies on catching 3 in a good mood rather than one of his many bad ones, which are few and far between, but even their best interactions have distance.
He doesn't know what to do with No. 2. It's frustrating, and partially the reason he's sulking out here in the first place. ] You keep telling me. It's not like I'd forget that you hate me or anything.
[ The last words are almost a snap. Reminiscent of 3 again, who seems to find it easiest to incite the side of Vivi that was a Waltz first and a child later. Storms of different elements, but storms nevertheless. ]
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Yellow eyes narrow as if to frown, critical lights amidst the more solid part of their design.]
And you're just taking it.
[Questioning—intrigued, maybe. Really, it's just something to entertain them, it isn't even a facsimilie of caring about the strange failure who's dragged them all up and after him and his "friends".
But, well, there are a few ways to go about this sort of mood-development.
...Un...fortunately, not all of them have had the opportunity to develop past barbs and blows, so the outcome is undoubtedly expected—and accompanied by another one of those shrill laughs, albeit thankfully shorter.]
At least you make it easy. [2 drifts in a lazy arc around him, chin tucking under their collar as they consider him but maintaining distance.] So what brings you out here and away from people who—at least presumably—don't? [From anyone else, it might have seemed sincere, an honest question after one's well-being. It very much loses that nuance with 2, though, if not by the context then by the ever-present grin in their voice.]
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He doesn't know, really. Feelings are hard. Sorting out motivations for everything, putting it into words he can grasp, is harder.
The question gets a sharp shrug, a reflexive answer. ] Dunno. [ After a moment, though: ] It's too much. I think. I wanna be by myself.
[ He pulls himself up on the rock he's sitting on, half-curling in on himself, one knee up to support the hand his chin is now resting on. ] What else'm I supposed to do? It's not like me fighting you is gonna get you to like me.
[ He glances at the Waltz, and then looks away. There's a little frustration in there, but as always with Vivi, there's a bit of sadness too. He's always hurt when these attempts end in failure, never hardening; it makes him an eternally easy target. ]