[Joshua inhales through his nose and exhales slowly again, not really caring too much about the words that the other is saying. it's more or less the mess he's making]
You could clean yourself before bed.
[his voice is even this time at least, and he crosses his arms as he considers. he only half expects a response, because Dito seems so much more stubborn than usual...
he'll have to consider the way he handles him from here on out.]
Joshua rubs at his eyes, trying to ignore what's happening in front of him as he gets on his own bed. he could, theoretically, go get a bucket and dump it on Dito, but that would be a lot of effort. a lot of effort, and it'd end up in at least another argument, and at worst a physical fight.
he's got to let it go. it's going to bug him to hell and back, but he's got to let it go.
[ Hah. Dito grins at the other, glaring at him one last time to emphasize how little he cares.
But then he rolls over on his side in the pillows, chuckling to himself over nothing in particular. Maybe the murders, maybe the blood, maybe Joshua's reaction -- it's not really that important though when he loses it like this.
So Joshua gets to witness Dito, covered in blood and getting it all over their pillows, just laughing to himself and rolling around a little. He truly is crazy. ]
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You could clean yourself before bed.
[his voice is even this time at least, and he crosses his arms as he considers. he only half expects a response, because Dito seems so much more stubborn than usual...
he'll have to consider the way he handles him from here on out.]
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He laughs at Joshua. ]
Not yet.
[ He even bothers to pull his knife out of his belt, licking at the relatively fresh blood. ]
I wanna stay covered in it a while longer. Isn't it the best, ah-hahaha...
[ He's normal. ]
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god he's gross.
Joshua rubs at his eyes, trying to ignore what's happening in front of him as he gets on his own bed. he could, theoretically, go get a bucket and dump it on Dito, but that would be a lot of effort. a lot of effort, and it'd end up in at least another argument, and at worst a physical fight.
he's got to let it go. it's going to bug him to hell and back, but he's got to let it go.
somehow.]
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But then he rolls over on his side in the pillows, chuckling to himself over nothing in particular. Maybe the murders, maybe the blood, maybe Joshua's reaction -- it's not really that important though when he loses it like this.
So Joshua gets to witness Dito, covered in blood and getting it all over their pillows, just laughing to himself and rolling around a little. He truly is crazy. ]