[ Nacho is the opposite of Wolfwood. His younger form, his eyes glaze over indifferently without much of a thought beyond, 'huh, that's weird'. Seeing himself older, though, even just by a little bit, makes his chest ache as he feels the bitter sting of unfairness. The image of a man he will never get the chance to be reflected back at him. Mocking him. He reminds himself that it's okay; that his dad's safety was worth it; and he mostly does believe that. Still, though, he can't deny there's something haunting about seeing a specter of yourself as you will never get to exist, in a way that claws at your soul.
They are on the same page about the bookcases, though Nacho is more wild and careless, flinging them to the ground with far more force than necessary. ]
Looks like it. [ He agrees. They continue on, Nacho happy to let his new companion ramble, though he adds dryly: ] You smoke? Ain't that bad for you? [ A joke. Nacho doesn't smoke, but sometimes, around here, he thinks he could go for one. Sometimes the guy says jabs at Nacho's brain and he holds onto it for a moment.
The spike makes his eyes widen in alarm and he reaches out, to gently pull the other man back, although he's too late and it's not needed anyway. The alarm turns to amusement. ]
Careful, man. Watch where you're -- [ Another spike shoots up! Nacho does not yelp, but he does jump a little.
Finally what Wolfwood said before overwhelms him - speaking of curiosity - and he can't help but ask: ]
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They are on the same page about the bookcases, though Nacho is more wild and careless, flinging them to the ground with far more force than necessary. ]
Looks like it. [ He agrees. They continue on, Nacho happy to let his new companion ramble, though he adds dryly: ] You smoke? Ain't that bad for you? [ A joke. Nacho doesn't smoke, but sometimes, around here, he thinks he could go for one. Sometimes the guy says jabs at Nacho's brain and he holds onto it for a moment.
The spike makes his eyes widen in alarm and he reaches out, to gently pull the other man back, although he's too late and it's not needed anyway. The alarm turns to amusement. ]
Careful, man. Watch where you're -- [ Another spike shoots up! Nacho does not yelp, but he does jump a little.
Finally what Wolfwood said before overwhelms him - speaking of curiosity - and he can't help but ask: ]
What "other shit?"