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...Is the language really necessary?

[He pulls a thoughtful face, replying a moment later]

You raise a good point...does it offend you, my language?

[Right then he stops, and smirks]

S'the new year, ese - loosen up.

Merely posing a question, mein freund.

There are children about, and all...

Then maybe the mama's and papa's should be keeping a closer eye on the little fuckers, eh?

This is just a little past bedtime

[A deep sigh.]

...Perhaps under normal circumstances.

But in a place like this, where anyone may pass through at any time...? I don't think the standard responsibilities of parenthood apply.

Ah ah ah, I don't think so...listen, hermano, listen - I'll tell you why

[Prepare for a nugget of pirate wisdom. I hope you brought a notebook...]

You go to a busy city, where anyone could be, anyone could 'pass through',any kind of people...you don't let your little shits run wild now do you?

Not my problem if some asshole parents can't keep their kid on a leash.

[...What.]

But you're missing the point; that's not even the sa--!

[Wait. Why is Leo even arguing? The German stops; conceding with a shake of the head.] -No, never mind.

As I've never been a 'big city' person, perhaps I cannot say. And I take it you have never been a parent, so... Maybe we can just agree to disagree here.

[Leo holds a hand out for a shake.] Speak however you want, friend. It's not like I could stop you even if I wanted to.

[Now that makes him laugh - a hard and unpleasant sound - as he shakes his head, glancing at the stranger a moment later and pointing at him]

That's, ah...that's fucking hilarious, hermano. Really, my sides are fucking splitting here.

[Vaas. With children. Ah, the hours of entertainment he's going to get from that mental image. Noticing the hand, his smirk remains as he slowly approaches, taking it and gripping probably a little too hard]

True. Very, very true.

[...Geh. Harsh laugh. Harsh language. Harsh handshake. Harsh guy.]

[Leo still feels a slight discomfort- but isn't really as bothered as before. It comes as a bit of a relief when Vaas accepts the handshake; and even the firmness of it isn't really too bad. The German offers a slightly clumsy smile, but soon matches the grip of Vaas' handshake in turn; almost as if to reaffirm their sudden agreement. -Or, perhaps, as a deliberate means of rising to the unspoken challenge?]

Didn't mean to dictate how you have fun in your free time, or anything. By all means; enjoy yourself.

Are you still drunk from last night?

If only, if only..you know what people do over the holidays? Over New Years celebrations?

[Do you, Daken? Do you know? Well he's going to tell you.]

They get drunk,they get laid. You wanna know what my simple minded little dama here did?

Sat...on her ass, watching TV. [He holds his hands out, like he's expecting Daken to be completely shocked]

I mean what the FUCK is that about? Last I checked, people that did that? Old, retarded, or in jail.

S'fucked up, ese...

Then I suppose you've had the misfortune of being lumbered with one of life's little shut ins then, hmm?

[He can't help but smirk though. After all his mun did most of the normal stuff on New Years.]

Shame, if your 'dama' had been here then she would have been dragged out drinking perhaps. Introduced to an espresso martini...

Oh sorry, I'm being so rude, practically rubbing how great my evening was by comparison in your face.

FINALLY - someone fucking agrees! Every time I bring it up, it's all

[Best 'girl imitation' voice in three...two...one]

'Vaas, you're such a little shit, Vaas, don't be such a dick' - yeah FUCK YOU, man. I never asked for this, you know? She promised me my island, I get fuck all.

[Under his breath,] Fuckin' hermits, man...

Well she might not be able to promise you your island, but I do know of a place where you could put your roots down so to speak.

[He gives a smirk. How he was reminded of Lester. Another new little plaything.]

How does that sound?

[At first, he wants to scoff and tell Daken to fuck himself. But actually...he is rather bored of just floating around.]

Alright. I'm listening. What sort of a place is it, eh?

Big island research facility as far as I can tell. Jump through a few simple hoops and you can do whatever the hell you want.

[Daken has that kind of effect on people]

[Huh...I wonder if any of these hoops involve H or crystal..]

'Jumping through hoops' does not sound like something I'm interested in. The fuck I look like, a fucking show pony?

[~~Vaas ponies don't jump through hoops~~]

You don't want me to tell you what you look like. But I'm sure you'd enjoy yourself regardless.

[Not that it'd take much to amuse Vaas he assumed.]

[Say that to his face, motherfucker]

No no, share with the class [Holding his arms out, palms turned skyward] What do I look like? You got an opinion?

[Be nice Daken, he's had all but one feeling revoked. It's a fragile little thing.]

Obviously you do - I know guys like you, mouthy little shits, got something to say about everything.

[Despite the phrasing, he actually means it in a ~~good natured~~ ~~well meaning~~ ~~playful~~ not-looking-for-a-fight way.]

[Daken smirks and gives him a once over. A scavenger for one.]

I'm reminded of a certain Disney Hyena. Don't worry not the one with the lazy eye.

Really? You're clearly one of those who makes assumptions about a lot of things.

[What the shit is a Disney Hyena is that a new breed]

[He just shrugs flippantly]

Whoever's without sin, hermano.

[Clearly this was another who lived away from the call of pop culture]

Oh, not at all. I'm just curious about your assumptions now.

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Sorry this is late! Dissertations happened :(

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