Wolfwood still isn't getting around super well. He's learning his leg slowly, which means he's having to wear it, walk around for a bit as much as he's able, then remove it so he can have a break. It's moment's like these where he's really thankful he has a wheelchair, because the only way he was getting this tank over was by holding it in his lap and wheeling his way over to the lab.
Knock knock knock come get your fish, he's holding an eyeball fish for you-]
We couldn’t. But I had the idea to ask Ydalir about it.
[And well! Here we are! An eyeball fish, tank, food, and everything Gnosis could need for it. And, if Gnosis looks closer at the little container the fish is in, he’ll realize it’s the exact same fish he was carrying around before.
The fish in question looks up at him (literally) and does an excited little flip in the water when it sees him.]
I, uh. I figured I’d thank you for helpin’ me. It’s really not somethin’ I can actually repay, but I tried.
[So Gnosis does not usually emote with his face unless it's to either look tired, look gay (at Enciodes), or grin wildly because he's gotten himself into an argument and this is Fun to him... but for once in his life, a Face Emotion happens, and he simply looks shocked. What the fuck do you mean he's receiving a gift?? What does he do with this information help—
He stares for a second too long before he shakes it off and takes the items from Wolfwood, where they will go on a nearby work table for now until he can actually get this set up. It will be in his living room, not in the main lab itself.]
You were paying attention, [he observes, as if he hadn't said "yeah this fish is Cool to me" to Wolfwood's face as they walked through the store.] I... appreciate it, really.
...
Sorry, I'm not used to receiving gifts. [boy.] You don't need to pay me back in equal measure. I did what I did so that you could remain mobile. You don't strike me as the type of man who's great at sitting still.
Wolfwood shrugs one shoulder in a noncommittal sort of way, letting his hands rest along the wheels of his chair now that his arms are no longer full of things.]
You’re right about that. S’just that this sort of thing wouldn’t have happened for me back home. I woulda’ just had a missing leg and woulda’ had to deal.
[Lost technology is rare and a hot commodity. Vash having a prosthetic like he does is even rarer, and a special case since he has close ties with one of the original colony ships. Wolfwood doesn’t have that, and he isn’t about to put himself in deeper debt with the Eye than he already is. He’d rather deal, thanks.
In the meantime, the eyeball fish is gently bonking into the side of the cup like let me in, let me into the Big Space.]
[There's no water in the Big Space yet you are too small (Gnosis is shuffling around and getting the tank ready as they speak, this is what Wolfwood will have to deal with while they talk.)]
Terran technology tends to be the opposite, [Gnosis says conversationally,] so I'm glad I could do something for you that you wouldn't have had otherwise. If any repairs need to be made to it in the future, you know where I'm at.
[Putting the substrate down for the eyeballfish. It's sand because soft substrate better for fishies.]
[Like, it's weird to owe someone as much as he suddenly owes Gnosis, and typically he hates the feeling, but...in this case, he really had no other options. It was either this, or be crippled from now on. He's pretty sure he would have done almost anything to avoid that alternative.]
'Nough about that though. Ydalir gave me everythin' the fish should need, but if you need anythin' else for it after the fact, I can go ask.
Don't worry about it. I'm more than capable of taking care of my own strange creature.
[Pouring water... it's an alphamart fish we don't need to cycle the tank for 8 weeks right? Right.]
Despite everything, I hope you don't think I've ever held ill-will toward you for our numerous arguments, [since they're on the "being genuine" note.] I enjoy debating others and poking holes into statements, and I do admit to a loss of self-control when there's an opportunity to do so. Arguing with you is, frankly, almost as enjoyable as arguing with my husband.
[Gnosis you are the weirdest man on the planet.]
I do appreciate this. I'm bad at saying so, and I'm aware of that as well, but I hope you know.
For a moment, Wolfwood actually finds himself stunned silent, because he wasn't expecting...this sentiment. He listens, of course, not just because he's a captive audience, but because he understands this is a level of soul-baring that Gnosis simply wouldn't engage in any other time. It feels...rare, and like something he should appreciate. He's kindof amazed he's earned it, to be honest.
To that, he shrugs one shoulder as he watches him fill up the tank, all while the fish spins around excitedly waiting for its new home.]
Nah, I get it. Honestly, you've kept shit from bein' too borin' 'round here. And...I kindof argue with the people I care about all the time.
[Even his boyfriends aren't exempt, this is just how he is.]
Your...bein' so pedantic annoys the everlovin' shit outta me sometimes, but I'm pretty sure that's the point. But it ain't like I'm that upset about it.
[It's not real sentiment until the F word (Friend) is extracted from him, don't worry.]
I don't know how to turn the pedantry off. People not speaking clearly or defaulting to generalities is difficult for me to understand — I need things to be put frankly and bluntly, or I tend to not understand the meaning.
[He... is autistic.]
Thus the correctiveness and clarification. Unfortunately for you, your need to get sassy with every possible thing makes you fun to prod with a stick, and I mean this in the best way.
[Tank filled, substrate down. Hiding spots for eyeball fish in place... little guy goes into his tank now. And then he can have eyedrop food.
[This eyeball fish is SO happy. As soon as Gnosis slips it into the water it does a happy little flip. Finally, no longer confined to a tiny cup in a constantly changing grocery store. ]
Hah, yeah. I can't really help it. You know me, I just gotta be an asshole.
[He's not saying that seriously. In fact, Wolfwood is, dare I say, joking.]
Well, I'm glad t'be on your side. You're prolly the smartest person in the entire damn Grove. You'd be rulin' it if your husband had anythin' to say about it.
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MORE GIFT sometime mid month idk
Wolfwood still isn't getting around super well. He's learning his leg slowly, which means he's having to wear it, walk around for a bit as much as he's able, then remove it so he can have a break. It's moment's like these where he's really thankful he has a wheelchair, because the only way he was getting this tank over was by holding it in his lap and wheeling his way over to the lab.
Knock knock knock come get your fish, he's holding an eyeball fish for you-]
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Well, whatever, Gnosis waits thirty seconds (sorry he's holding something), and then there's a clatter while he puts things down and opens the door.
...]
I thought we couldn't remove items from that bizarre grocery store?
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[And well! Here we are! An eyeball fish, tank, food, and everything Gnosis could need for it. And, if Gnosis looks closer at the little container the fish is in, he’ll realize it’s the exact same fish he was carrying around before.
The fish in question looks up at him (literally) and does an excited little flip in the water when it sees him.]
I, uh. I figured I’d thank you for helpin’ me. It’s really not somethin’ I can actually repay, but I tried.
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He stares for a second too long before he shakes it off and takes the items from Wolfwood, where they will go on a nearby work table for now until he can actually get this set up. It will be in his living room, not in the main lab itself.]
You were paying attention, [he observes, as if he hadn't said "yeah this fish is Cool to me" to Wolfwood's face as they walked through the store.] I... appreciate it, really.
...
Sorry, I'm not used to receiving gifts. [boy.] You don't need to pay me back in equal measure. I did what I did so that you could remain mobile. You don't strike me as the type of man who's great at sitting still.
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Wolfwood shrugs one shoulder in a noncommittal sort of way, letting his hands rest along the wheels of his chair now that his arms are no longer full of things.]
You’re right about that. S’just that this sort of thing wouldn’t have happened for me back home. I woulda’ just had a missing leg and woulda’ had to deal.
[Lost technology is rare and a hot commodity. Vash having a prosthetic like he does is even rarer, and a special case since he has close ties with one of the original colony ships. Wolfwood doesn’t have that, and he isn’t about to put himself in deeper debt with the Eye than he already is. He’d rather deal, thanks.
In the meantime, the eyeball fish is gently bonking into the side of the cup like let me in, let me into the Big Space.]
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Terran technology tends to be the opposite, [Gnosis says conversationally,] so I'm glad I could do something for you that you wouldn't have had otherwise. If any repairs need to be made to it in the future, you know where I'm at.
[Putting the substrate down for the eyeballfish. It's sand because soft substrate better for fishies.]
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[Like, it's weird to owe someone as much as he suddenly owes Gnosis, and typically he hates the feeling, but...in this case, he really had no other options. It was either this, or be crippled from now on. He's pretty sure he would have done almost anything to avoid that alternative.]
'Nough about that though. Ydalir gave me everythin' the fish should need, but if you need anythin' else for it after the fact, I can go ask.
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[Pouring water... it's an alphamart fish we don't need to cycle the tank for 8 weeks right? Right.]
Despite everything, I hope you don't think I've ever held ill-will toward you for our numerous arguments, [since they're on the "being genuine" note.] I enjoy debating others and poking holes into statements, and I do admit to a loss of self-control when there's an opportunity to do so. Arguing with you is, frankly, almost as enjoyable as arguing with my husband.
[Gnosis you are the weirdest man on the planet.]
I do appreciate this. I'm bad at saying so, and I'm aware of that as well, but I hope you know.
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For a moment, Wolfwood actually finds himself stunned silent, because he wasn't expecting...this sentiment. He listens, of course, not just because he's a captive audience, but because he understands this is a level of soul-baring that Gnosis simply wouldn't engage in any other time. It feels...rare, and like something he should appreciate. He's kindof amazed he's earned it, to be honest.
To that, he shrugs one shoulder as he watches him fill up the tank, all while the fish spins around excitedly waiting for its new home.]
Nah, I get it. Honestly, you've kept shit from bein' too borin' 'round here. And...I kindof argue with the people I care about all the time.
[Even his boyfriends aren't exempt, this is just how he is.]
Your...bein' so pedantic annoys the everlovin' shit outta me sometimes, but I'm pretty sure that's the point. But it ain't like I'm that upset about it.
So, I guess. Uh....you're welcome.
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I don't know how to turn the pedantry off. People not speaking clearly or defaulting to generalities is difficult for me to understand — I need things to be put frankly and bluntly, or I tend to not understand the meaning.
[He... is autistic.]
Thus the correctiveness and clarification. Unfortunately for you, your need to get sassy with every possible thing makes you fun to prod with a stick, and I mean this in the best way.
[Tank filled, substrate down. Hiding spots for eyeball fish in place... little guy goes into his tank now. And then he can have eyedrop food.
Can't wait to tell Enciodes about their new son.]
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Hah, yeah. I can't really help it. You know me, I just gotta be an asshole.
[He's not saying that seriously. In fact, Wolfwood is, dare I say, joking.]
Well, I'm glad t'be on your side. You're prolly the smartest person in the entire damn Grove. You'd be rulin' it if your husband had anythin' to say about it.