& RETCH.

@diito

“If my cooking’s so shit then let’s see YOU do it, smartass!”  At the emphasis, Zero kicked the boiling hot pot of…whatever she had managed and failed to make, straight onto the ground as it rolled and ended to a stop near Dito’s feet.

Five continued to stand with her arms out, dumbfounded and offended by his explanation. The corners of her lips settled into a displeased frown, “Mistook me? For one of my soldiers?” The nerve of him! Did she look anything like one of those non-playable characters? Her visage was clearly unmistakeable, irreplaceable! 

As he continued hissing at her like a feral squirrel or something, her jaw went a little slack and she gasped, the theatrical sound hitching in her throat, “Dito!” It seemed his oversharing intercepted Five’s earlier impulse to embrace him, and her hands planted on her own hips, almost to mirror his own posture from just before. 

“Who taught you to behave this way, honestly? Your manners have always been bad, but this is getting to be a problem…” She studied him up and down with knit together eyebrows.

“You’re leaving me no choice— I just may have to discipline you. Ball gag, rope and no food for two days… maybe that will teach you to be a little nicer to possibly the only person in this world that loves you.” Five was definitely sulking. Perhaps this way she could manipulate him into an apology, even if he never gave any. If he at least managed to diffuse the situation in a shitty way, she’d see it as his version of one; she wanted to believe in him.

“It can’t be that bad.” An attempt to downplay his suffering.

          “ who taught me? ” a solitary, brunet brow would rise, golden eyes rolling, briefly, in response. who else could have? he was locked up beneath her hawkish gaze at all times, just about. it was her suffocating nature that’d driven him to this point, to begin with. “ . . . the finer details of it don’t matter too much, i suppose. “ his brow would twitch, now, the disciple fighting the ever-nagging desire to retch in response to her provocative threats. her taste in punishment had always left plenty to be desired. why couldn’t his intoner have been more like him? a little bit of blood && a lot of entrails were far more satisfying than mere sexual favour and petty torture.

     dito was far from being the best liar, but his intoner also had the awful, predictable habit of taking things at face value. “ and i don’t have any sort of routine for you, besides the ever-nagging urge to vomit out my innards every time you touch me. ” he’d had a way with words ; honestly -- so much so that he’d made himself smirk with the tiniest, fleeting sense of victory. he knew he couldn’t push too far, however ; since she had her ways of manipulating him. and quite easily, at that. 

@diito is DOING SHIT HE PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE DOING. 

     “ I’m beginning to wonder how Five put up with you for so long, what with how often you’re always complaining and bitching about shit. How about you cut out the dramatics for five minutes and let’s get this shit show over with, yeah? We’re not getting through the forest any faster with your bitching. ” Even so the Intoner would never admit how much it amused her that all he did was complain or kill, it was most certainly hypocrisy on her end. 

“I’m far too contaminated to do anything about it.” Ignoring the comments made by the POD, 2B would stand, doing her best to fend off the chanting machines. Every swing hurt. That wasn’t something that she was supposed to feel. All she could do was stumble about, slowly crumbling inside and out. It felt as though she had failed her only purpose. “You should leave while you still have the chance.”

     a weighted sigh would leave the disciple’s lips ; brow furrowing further in budding annoyance. he didn’t have time to partake in a pity-party, right now. not with those annoying little hunks of metal trying to tear him flesh from limb. “ yeah, yeah. we can sort that out once these things are out of the way, right ? “ he’d breathe a quiet growl, sweat layering his forehead && curled bangs, eventually maneuvering himself to press his back to the android’s own, inadvertently ( or so he’d prefer it perceived ) helping her remain upright, if only temporarily.