closed thread for purgatio

[putrefaction]

[So he might have given someone a gift. Not just any gift, of course. He gave the gift of "expression", and boy, did he pick the apropos time. That someone would likely resort to extremes in the face of limitations, excuse the pun.

Such as killing the recipient for the accompanying words. Nigel supposes he should care, but honestly, it's rather well-deserved. And not in the way one would think.

The man smirks, pleased, and twirls his headset (used for his speech recognition software, aptly named Dragon).]

"You're the best worst brother I've ever had." Yes. Did my good deed for the day.

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[purgatio]

[ To that, Nigel gets a small brother coming over to hold him around the waist, pressing his face into him. ]

...Here, at least, they aren't hapless.

[putrefaction]

[...It's adorable. So much so that he can cry.

But Nigel does not. Instead, he pats his brother's shoulder.]

You think? Some might say I've been wasting my time.

[purgatio]

[ Albedo hands fist around the cloth at Nigel's back, and he holds himself to the other more fiercely. ]

You're not. You haven't been. You play too much into regrets, little brother, but there's nothing worthless in your acts.

[putrefaction]

[He settles his hand at the child's back.]

...I'm glad to hear that.

[purgatio]

[ He gives a soft sound of appreciation, and leans into Nigel. ]

It's the truth.

[putrefaction]

[A chuckle. He can't help the sound.]

You are one for truths, I'm learning.

[purgatio]

Just now?

[ There's an amused sort of feigned disbelief. ]

My, my, how dense you are.