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A spark of anger will ignite in the boy’s eyes as he reaches for the Misdreavus to pull into his lap and cradle close, if he can even touch her that is. He assumes so, given that she’d just smacked into a window. A fierce glare pins upon Vincent, youthful face twisting into a frown.

     ”Do you need to be so harsh with them?! You should be grateful every damn second for their help and companionship! Every single second is precious and you’re a fool to be such a mean bastard!” Once not so long ago, such outbursts would be accompanied by tears and wavering voice, but he’s getting there, slowly. So long as he doesn’t mention that night, he’s usually okay. Or as okay as he can be. A soft whine is given from Crim, halting before he can complete his attempts at curling up onto his makeshift bedding and stretching forward to lap at his person’s knee; comfort comes before retaliation, after all. He can set something of Vincent’s on fire with Ember later.

     _{Shock paints over his face.  How long has it been since someone dared to address him in such a manner?  Reaching back, he places a hand on the window sill to steady himself.  Such advocation brought back memories, ones he would rather forget.  Closing his eyes, the furrow on his brows deepens.
     Missy rolls over with large, glassy eyes.  “M-Misdreavus; drea-drea!  Dreavus.  I-I was only playing, Mr Newbie; don’t be upset with Pa!  I’m not really hurt."  She looks at Crim, sucking in a lower lip apologetically.  "Misdreavus, mis?  Tell him, please?  I didn’t mean to make him mad.  Pa is fun to mess with.”
     Clearing his throat, Vincent walks to where she is and beckons to her.  Willingly, she floats up and sits on his shoulder.  Crouching by the young trainer, he looks…almost sorry, but not entirely.  Extending his right hand to slide two fingers beneath a pale chin to ensure that gazes meet, he says seriously, “I know how special they are.  Don’t take me for granted.  I know when she’s exaggerating and when she’s actually hurt.  It’s a strange relationship we all have in this house: we’re all rough-and-tumble, some more annoying than others.  But…"  Letting go, he stands and turns, his hair falling to hide his face.  "This is my family, Chaos.  Don’t speak as if I’m some heartless wretch who would burn them and leave them for dead.”}

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