Who: Bulba, Char
What: EVEN MORE BROTERANGST oh boy
Where: The Aparoid Bunkers
When: Monday, April 25
Warnings: angst angst angst angst
The Aparoid bunkers, for the record, were a horribly boring place to be. Waging a war on chickens was incredibly stupid in every single sense of the word, but Char was a creature of action; given the choice, he would have been much happier to fight a losing battle against an altogether ridiculous enemy than hiding away from a chance to fight. Even if he'd been okay with just avoiding the whole exercise in futility going on aboveground, he still wouldn't have been too happy about being down here. There was no sunlight down here, no sky for his wings, nothing to hunt. It was a very spacious cage, but it was still a cage, and Char still had a little too much feral in him to be content to stay put in one for long.
If there was nothing else to do, at least, then he certainly wouldn't run out of things to think about. Vinnie's harsh words had been gnawing away at the back of Char's mind for days now, and what had started out as a vaguely uncomfortable feeling that Bulba's recent actions and attitudes were oddly familiar had now condensed itself into a guilty feeling that all of it had roots in his own behaviour. It was obvious that he had to do something about it, but... words had never been Char's specialty. He had a track record for making the situation worse every time he made one of his awkward, unwieldy attempts at being comforting. When it came to a topic he couldn't possibly address without making a massive hypocrite out of himself... he wasn't even sure that he was capable of doing anything that would be of help to Bulba.
...It was worth trying. That in itself may have been a gamble, may just end up with Char prodding a spear into Bulba's slowly-healing wounds, but... he wouldn't be much of a brother if he couldn't even find the guts to make an attempt, would he?
"Hey... kid?"
What: EVEN MORE BROTERANGST oh boy
Where: The Aparoid Bunkers
When: Monday, April 25
Warnings: angst angst angst angst
The Aparoid bunkers, for the record, were a horribly boring place to be. Waging a war on chickens was incredibly stupid in every single sense of the word, but Char was a creature of action; given the choice, he would have been much happier to fight a losing battle against an altogether ridiculous enemy than hiding away from a chance to fight. Even if he'd been okay with just avoiding the whole exercise in futility going on aboveground, he still wouldn't have been too happy about being down here. There was no sunlight down here, no sky for his wings, nothing to hunt. It was a very spacious cage, but it was still a cage, and Char still had a little too much feral in him to be content to stay put in one for long.
If there was nothing else to do, at least, then he certainly wouldn't run out of things to think about. Vinnie's harsh words had been gnawing away at the back of Char's mind for days now, and what had started out as a vaguely uncomfortable feeling that Bulba's recent actions and attitudes were oddly familiar had now condensed itself into a guilty feeling that all of it had roots in his own behaviour. It was obvious that he had to do something about it, but... words had never been Char's specialty. He had a track record for making the situation worse every time he made one of his awkward, unwieldy attempts at being comforting. When it came to a topic he couldn't possibly address without making a massive hypocrite out of himself... he wasn't even sure that he was capable of doing anything that would be of help to Bulba.
...It was worth trying. That in itself may have been a gamble, may just end up with Char prodding a spear into Bulba's slowly-healing wounds, but... he wouldn't be much of a brother if he couldn't even find the guts to make an attempt, would he?
"Hey... kid?"