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Wow, what an insulting brat. And to think, actually, Elion was much, much older than Bravat. Truly unfortunate that he didn’t act his age for sure. For an elder, this one could sure run his mouth. Bravat didn’t really like or appreciate that, but he had to show that he wasn’t affected by such bratty behaviour. 

“Nihaha! My my, aren’t you a lively one?”, Emphasis on the lively.

He chuckled away before shaking his head in disappointment. 

“Goodness me, and here I only said such a simple quote and you came at poor little me with such sourness! Don’t forget now, you’re dealing with adults here! Maybe you ought to act your age or come with better education~!”, he chimed back in response. 

What a rather interesting child - if Gentaro could call Sethos that. By his eyes, human eyes that was, he looked rather huge, monstrous even. However, despite his appearance, he appeared to be rather gentle and kind. How peculiar...

He looked at the demon without fear, a soft smile curling at his lips. 

“Hmm, mayhaps~. But you’re unaware of one thing~.”, he began. 

Of course, Sethos had to have that extra complimentary sarcasm to him didn’t he? Well, he had to get it from someone it seems...

Regardless, Ephadel was far from impressed.

“You could be twiddling your thumbs and playing patty-cake by yourself for all I care. You’re sick and you’re supposed to be staying in bed.”, he huffed before moving over to Sethos, grabbing him under his arm.

This world was still a vast unknown to Nix, the same could be said for her past. The furthest back she could remember was waking up in a dark, empty place. It was while fleeing from sharp fanged individuals that she encountered the man before her now. William was kind enough to take her under his wing and look after her since she couldn’t remember a single thing about where she came from. Not only did he give her a place to stay, he also managed to construct an arm to replace the one she had lost. How she lost it, that memory was gone as well. The only hint was the mechanics still in place on what remained of her arm, something he was able to work with. While the priest was able to solve that problem, there remained one with seemingly no solution. Her memories.

“Tch this shit fuckin’ blows...”, he muttered under his breath, tutting soon after with a string of curses to follow.

He didn’t even do anything. Why was the teacher even calling him out and staying behind? Well, okay maybe he did yell at another classmate and told them... rather obscene things, but they were asking for it! He was in the right to tell him! Shouldn’t have opened his mouth and start spreading things he shouldn’t.

He wasn’t going to handle this. Like hell was he just going to get lectured for self defense. There was nobody else in the room since they had all just left, but Ryuji was going to go too. He had enough.

“Sorry, just thought you looked like you were wobblin’. Don’t want you to be too off your feet.”, he shook his head in response.

“Wanna come for a walk with me downtown? We can stop by a coffee shop and talk or somethin’ if you’d like, my treat.”

Nothing beat a good day at burning a few varkids or two, choking out the life of a psycho or three, and just enjoying the sights and scenes of the blood and possible other bits and pieces that would rain down upon a Vault Hunter. Well, so Zane believed anyway. As much as being a Vault Hunter had its daily livings, they were pretty exhausting.

After a quick change-up at Sanctuary and a few whistles of a good tune about how he managed to beat the living snot out of a Tink with the hilt of his pistol, he made his way towards Moxxi’s bar. Nothing beat a good pint of beer to drown down the excitement of the day.

He flopped down on the next nearest available seat with a heavy sigh, soon raising his hand in the air.

“Heyo, Moxxi! The usual, please! Make it a double!”

After a few chatups from Miss Moxxi herself and a few missed shots in return from Zane, Moxxi was on her way to serve other customers and Zane looked at his fresh glass of alcohol, feeling the strength burn as his nostrils.