The..better vigilante

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

He asks with an arched eyebrow, pushing the vigilante back to his chair before smirking.

I don’t need no food tracker I eat just fine look at me and you can answer that question yourself

*he grumbles and shook his hair again*

(Ooc: quick shitty animation to demonstrate lmao)

He flicks the vigilante on the forehead.

*he stiffened a bit and his face looked almost hurt but than quickly turned to a glared AGAIN (get third man some wrinkle cream) and started talking with a snarl in his voice*

He snarls back at him, his growl sounding more animal than a human noise.

*he was shaking like a leaf and grabbing at his shirt with more anger then he has ever felt. He look like he could possibly pass out from high blood pressure if he continued or smth with how fucking angry he looks*

Rufus admits he is just being mean with the vigilante now, but the man was being an asshole with everyone, he deserves to be mistreated for a while.

*he glared covering his ears he looked like he was about to cry..damn making an old man cry..his glare kept going to an almost fear full look but immediately switching back to a glare many times while trying to walk away to sit and hide.*

Oh, so now you'll just walk away? This proves that what I said is right, you're just a dog who thinks you have to bite anyone who tries to be nice to you, but then when they treat you the same way you run away.

Rufus starts walking right next to him, pushing him towards the wall while they walk.

*he chuckled anxiously and tried to act "normal" but he looks the exact opposite.. he looks likee either hes about to have a breakdown, or a melt down.*

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

He asks with an arched eyebrow, pushing the vigilante back to his chair before smirking.

I don’t need no food tracker I eat just fine look at me and you can answer that question yourself

*he grumbles and shook his hair again*

(Ooc: quick shitty animation to demonstrate lmao)

He flicks the vigilante on the forehead.

*he stiffened a bit and his face looked almost hurt but than quickly turned to a glared AGAIN (get third man some wrinkle cream) and started talking with a snarl in his voice*

He snarls back at him, his growl sounding more animal than a human noise.

*he was shaking like a leaf and grabbing at his shirt with more anger then he has ever felt. He look like he could possibly pass out from high blood pressure if he continued or smth with how fucking angry he looks*

Rufus admits he is just being mean with the vigilante now, but the man was being an asshole with everyone, he deserves to be mistreated for a while.

*he glared covering his ears he looked like he was about to cry..damn making an old man cry..his glare kept going to an almost fear full look but immediately switching back to a glare many times while trying to walk away to sit and hide.*

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

He asks with an arched eyebrow, pushing the vigilante back to his chair before smirking.

I don’t need no food tracker I eat just fine look at me and you can answer that question yourself

*he grumbles and shook his hair again*

(Ooc: quick shitty animation to demonstrate lmao)

He flicks the vigilante on the forehead.

*he stiffened a bit and his face looked almost hurt but than quickly turned to a glared AGAIN (get third man some wrinkle cream) and started talking with a snarl in his voice*

He snarls back at him, his growl sounding more animal than a human noise.

*he was shaking like a leaf and grabbing at his shirt with more anger then he has ever felt. He look like he could possibly pass out from high blood pressure if he continued or smth with how fucking angry he looks*

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

He asks with an arched eyebrow, pushing the vigilante back to his chair before smirking.

I don’t need no food tracker I eat just fine look at me and you can answer that question yourself

*he grumbles and shook his hair again*

(Ooc: quick shitty animation to demonstrate lmao)

He flicks the vigilante on the forehead.

*he stiffened a bit and his face looked almost hurt but than quickly turned to a glared AGAIN (get third man some wrinkle cream) and started talking with a snarl in his voice*

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

He asks with an arched eyebrow, pushing the vigilante back to his chair before smirking.

I don’t need no food tracker I eat just fine look at me and you can answer that question yourself

*he grumbles and shook his hair again*

(Ooc: quick shitty animation to demonstrate lmao)

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

*he glared then got right up almost falling on his face but catching himself on them still glaring.*

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.

(mate acting like he didn't kiss vigilante just a while ago)

-@ruf-askblog-orwhatever

{hes uh...hes kinda been alone the entire week and monday was his wife and his anniversary...he never does good that week}

*he takes a long sip of some whiskey he found with a giggle, his eyes look blood shot from either being high or crying for hours who knows. he looks like a fuckin MESSS*

hmmm?...dont worry abt me darlingg im ust p-*hic*peachy..

He approaches cautiously, helping vigilante to stand up and throwing the whiskey he's holding away.

*he pointed at them with an accusing finger, jabbing it into their chest and a snarl.*

hm…fucker

*he took a long and concerningly large swig of the whisky bottle with a glare. He was swaying and looked like a baby deer trying to walk with how his knees bucked under every step and slamming the bottle down with a drunkenly loud chuckle after whipping the drool that dripped down his chin*

(ooc: totally not getting inspo for drunken vigilante from the Hazbin song called love in a bottle…totally not.. cough cough

He snarls back at the man, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him to a chair next to them, forcing him to sit down.

*he grumbled sitting in the chair*

He mumbles, putting a glass of water in front of the man and staring at him with blown wide pupils.

Rufus crosses his arms, looking down at him with a forwn before sighing and letting the tension dissipate from his shoulders, throwing himself on a chair next to the vigilante.