[ Dito truly does lack subtlety, because he's loud as hell when he shoves the door open to his dorm.
Well, they're dorm, considering it's a shared space with someone he doesn't even particularly like or care for. But it's not like he can't deal, since he's been in those situations before. It's just a job, and Joshua is just a means to an end. Not that he really has an end, since all he cares about at the end of the day is causing as much carnage and bloodshed for himself as possible. Joshua encourages him to do this, and generally covers shit up from annoying people (as in the case of the ethics club), so it usually works out fine.
His eyes are half-lidded when he staggers in, noticing the backside of an all too familiar mop of dirty blonde hair. Dito wrinkles his nose at the other's words, wondering what he means by that--
But he figures the other probably stole a glance at him or something and he didn't catch it, because Dito is absolutely drenched in blood spatter, gripping his spear that is also bloodstained. Nevermind he's got a knife on his belt too, equally slick with bright red, fresh blood.
He sighs through his nose, almost in an annoyed way. He did get interrupted from having any more fun with the bodies, after all.
He kicks the door shut behind him, definitely not in the mood to deal with Joshua's...everything right now. He just assumes that Joshua is referring to his current state, though. ]
So what?
[ He tosses his spear aside onto the floor, letting it make an inelegant clang against their floor to show just how much he doesn't give a shit. ]
fuckign hell i hate nms #textarea
Well, they're dorm, considering it's a shared space with someone he doesn't even particularly like or care for. But it's not like he can't deal, since he's been in those situations before. It's just a job, and Joshua is just a means to an end. Not that he really has an end, since all he cares about at the end of the day is causing as much carnage and bloodshed for himself as possible. Joshua encourages him to do this, and generally covers shit up from annoying people (as in the case of the ethics club), so it usually works out fine.
His eyes are half-lidded when he staggers in, noticing the backside of an all too familiar mop of dirty blonde hair. Dito wrinkles his nose at the other's words, wondering what he means by that--
But he figures the other probably stole a glance at him or something and he didn't catch it, because Dito is absolutely drenched in blood spatter, gripping his spear that is also bloodstained. Nevermind he's got a knife on his belt too, equally slick with bright red, fresh blood.
He sighs through his nose, almost in an annoyed way. He did get interrupted from having any more fun with the bodies, after all.
He kicks the door shut behind him, definitely not in the mood to deal with Joshua's...everything right now. He just assumes that Joshua is referring to his current state, though. ]
So what?
[ He tosses his spear aside onto the floor, letting it make an inelegant clang against their floor to show just how much he doesn't give a shit. ]