kingdomdressing | (no subject)

You want a pat on the back for that?

I want everyone to shut up about those keys.

[not even looking at him, more preoccupied with polishing the front of his gun.]

They'll keep babbling until someone shuts them up.

They wanted their problem fixed, so I fixed it. They're lucky.

You'll have to do better than that to stop their bitching.

Too much effort.

[frowns]

...Gone? What do you mean? He isn't dead, is he?

Of course he is. His arm was snapped off and his face was punched in. I put him out of his misery.

[winces at the bit about his arm]

...Oh.

That's... pretty horrible...

[pauses before she asks:] What'd you do with the body...?

Burned.

I spread his ashes in the garden.

...In the garden?

...Great.

[spends a lot of time in the greenhouse room and garden]

Don't be selfish.

[starts to walk towards her, then past her, carless.]

Sel-! What? [turns after him]

[glare.]

Would you rather me have left his body in your room to rot?

[smirks, peering over his shoulder.]

[wrinkles nose with her glare]

Oh don't be disgusting.

Then don't be a selfish brat. I was being kind to his soul, however fake and malicious as it was. If you have a disagreement with that, then well...

[his eyes fall to the glocks in their holsters.]

[has had enough]

Don't even suggest that! I'm upset he's dead to begin with!

You could've at least put him in... in an urn!

Would you liked to be trapped in a jug after death?

After all, he asked for it. He was dying already, and everyone was out to kill him.

[pauses, surprised that he asked for it]

... [and the glare returns] I still don't think he deserved to die!

[turns briskly and heads for the garden]

Even after he harmed two people, one being a helpless young girl that he'd torn up twice.

Foolish.

[he almost wishes the clone was alive, and that he'd attacked the girl. maybe then she would understand his irrational behavior and why it had to be ended.]

[always alert, always ready. he gives one long, cold stare to the hovering key, then turns back to his gun.]

[solemn nod after a long silence]

...Good.

That's good.

[just nods silently in agreement. no skin off his nose, he's killed plenty of people before.]

[clenches teeth together and looks down, feels uneasy]

[feels a little responsible - at least, feels he contributed just a little]

[But this is how it should've happened, yeah?]

I cremated him and spread his ashes in the garden.

He asked for me to kill him, so I shot him in the back of the head.

[in other words, it was no violent process, merely something that was accepted as needed.]

[looks up with wide eyes, raises eyebrows in earnest]

...Oh. [looks down to fiddle with the pull on his coat]

That's... probably for the best, then.

[feels a little sick]

[he's no comforting body, so it's best to move on. his guns are more interesting than you.]

Did you off him for us, little RoxyRox?

[keeps his head bowed, polishing his guns. he never did feel Axel deserved an ounce of his attention.]

[la~ame. frowns at him]

S'the matter, you offended? Fff, whatever. At least you got ridda the freak.

You always were brash and undesirable.

[peers at him some.]

Just like you are now.

[it's his way of saying 'gtfo'.]

[smiles innocently]

For offing the freak, you're really fucking boring.

[wanders off]

I'm not here to entertain you, if that's what you were expecting.

[no, no, no, only a certain brunet gets anything out of him.]