I felt so far off from the ground I stood on - OTA

[fooloftheking]

WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: Around the village
WHEN: Latter part of March
OPEN TO: ota
WARNINGS: Will update as needed though hunting and aggression

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Finally facing the past - Shine Bird

If it's not edible, or won't benefit him, Bobo hasn't done much research on the animals in this place. Certainly he's considered the records, studied what is beneficial to him and his, but a lot of it he just kind of looked over.

Such as the fact that some birds are freaking emotional sirens hanging out by the water where he happens to be, checking the trap lines and all he's set up for fish and crustaceans. So it never occurs to Bobo why he's ended up sitting on the shore, huddled into his fur coat, head bowed and crying.

Heavy tears pouring down his face, the sound of his sobs soft and choked as he buries his hand in his face and mourns for a woman that abandoned him to die, whose death had made accepting Hell over torture more acceptable. Who had been everything like him, and had hurt him because they were so alike, and who had been the only person he had ever loved in a century and a half.

Dumb ass animals are dumb - Squirrel Dog

Kevlar gloves have been the only thing keeping Bobo's hands in one piece while he works on the stone blade knives he's come to appreciate and actually enjoy making. Having one of those gloves snatched up by some fluffball is not in the day's plans.

"Come on, you tiny little bit of nothing, give it back," he growls, having spent the better part of three hours either chasing the damn thing, or using food to try and lure it in. Neither of which seems to be working as of yet.

Currently Bobo is laying on belly down on the ground, his fur tossed aside and his clothes dusty as he holds out a bit capful of alcohol he stole from his roommate, figuring if he can get the damn thing wasted, maybe he can get back his glove.

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Finally facing the past

[ataashihunter]

Bull is out taking a walk, he claimed it was patrol but it was also just to relax. He is walking along the shoreline when he sees a familiar coat. He grins, always happy to see Bobo. Then he realizes something is wrong and he breaks out into a run to come over to him.

"Bobo!" He looks around to see if there is anyone else around and then drops to his knees in front of Bobo. "Bobo? What is wrong?" He reaches out to run his hands over Bobo, to check him over for any injuries.

[fooloftheking]

At least he isn't harmed, so there's that, though Bobo would have much rather faced a physical pain than what he's feeling now. Once the birds song brought up the pain of the past, Bobo finds it hard to control that pain, to hold back the tears. Looking up at Bull, his eyes red and his face flushed, looking utterly hurt as he reaches for Bull, pulling him close. "Fine. M'fine," he murmurs. "Just... I can't stop thinking about what happened before I died." The words are rough, thick with the tears still streaming down his face.

[ataashihunter]

Oh. Oh that is different. So very different and is also something Bull really doesn't feel equipped to handle. But he is here now so he just has to figure out how to do it. He pulls Bobo into his arms, wrapping him up in a tight hug, sliding a hand up under the coat and stroking his back.

"Shit. That... shit. You want to tell me?"

[fooloftheking]

Dealing with his emotions is something that Bobo has never done. He's buried his head in the sand, or his life in violence and blood, and he's ignored these things. Even since coming to the village and learning that Willa was dead. Learning of his own death is almost a relief, especially now that he's in this place. So he's not sure why it's coming up now, but he's not sure how to handle it. "I was a damn fool," he manages, burying his face against Bull's shoulder. "Again. Nothing's changed. I'm still the same damn mouse."

[ataashihunter]

"You're no mouse, Bobo." Bull speaks softly. He wants to point out that he'd never kneel for a mouse but this doesn't seem like the time for that. He pulls the man into a tight hug and then shifts so that Bobo is basically in his lap, protected from the world. "It is ok, it happens, we all fuck up."

[fooloftheking]

"I was," he says, knowing that Doc hadn't been wrong in declaring that of him. He had taken his revenge in some ways, and died making that stand. It's odd, something that Bobo has never had, never had anyone hold him in that way. So unused to people holding him, protecting him, and there is something in that comfort that has him clinging to Bull. A man who has trusted him, offered him things that no one else ever gave him. Not even before he ascended from Hell. "It scares me how much you trust me," he whispers, the words coming out before he can stop them. "I can't live up to that man." Or he's scared he can't, and what it might hurt Bull if he can't.

[ataashihunter]

Bull smiles sadly and pulls back enough to look Bobo in the eyes. "I trust you but I am not stupid, Kadan." The word is out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he blinks, swallowing and then realizes it is true. He smiles a little wider this time. "I know you might mess up sometimes, just like I might. Doesn't stop me from trusting you though. We're both human... Well not really but you know what I mean."

[fooloftheking]

"It's been a lot of years since I've been humane," he points out, though that doesn't stop him from clinging to Bull, needing this so desperately. Needing Bull, not just another, but the bond they've formed between them. "Are you going to tell me what Kadan means, or do I assume you've mistooken me for another?" Bad comedy and cheap jokes at least helps to ease the pain the songbirds have brought up within him.

[ataashihunter]

"Don't play games, Bobo, you know what I mean. We're not perfect either of us. We fall, we learn, we get up." That is what being alive is about.

"Kadan means..." He licks his lips, trying to figure out how to say it without spooking Bobo. "Where the heart lies. It is a qunari term for someone we care about. A lot."

[fooloftheking]

"You do, because you're a good man, Bull. I can't say the same, though I'm glad you think otherwise." He isn't humane, and that defines more of him to himself than that he's not entirely human.

"And... you didn't say it accidentally?" He almost feels as if he should give Bull an out, just in case he truly hadn't meant to say it. "You meant that?"

[ataashihunter]

"I mean it." He doesn't answer the first part because yes if you want to get technical he did say it accidentally. "I mean... It could be just as a friend is that is what you want?" He really doesn't want to scare Bobo away. "We use it about friends too."

[fooloftheking]

He closes his eyes, kissing tenderly against the edge of Bull's jaw, against the strong muscles of his neck. Physical intimacies are easier than the emotional ones that Bobo is facing once more. He'd never thought he would open up again to another, and having things change as they have is a bit confusing. "Is that what you want?" Not speaking on how he feels about it. Not yet. "I really want to know. Is that how you want it to be."

[ataashihunter]

Bull just looks at him for a long moment. Trying to figure out what to say. "Not really. But..." He swallows. "I don't... I..." He's lost for words for a moment. This is Bull's turn to be worried that honesty will scare Bobo away. He reaches out to run his fingers through Bobo's hair. "I've never done this. Done other stuff than just friends with benefits. I want to but I don't know how."

Dumb animals

[clouded_heart]

There is almost certainly a reason why Foggy is up North that doesn't involve the baby goats or other animals he's grown super fond of, but Foggy would appreciate no one asking him about it, because he hates lying on the fly. He pauses to watch Bobo, the frightening wild man figure of the North Village, trying to bribe or possibly drown a small animal. "You know... I doubt that's going to work."

[fooloftheking]

There is a low growl at Foggy's word, one that is definitely not human and yet coming from an oh so human source as Bobo turns his head, looking up at Foggy.

"And what solution do you have? Not like I know what's poison around here."

[clouded_heart]

Foggy chuckles anyway, long past being menaced by Bobo. "Well, what has it shown interest in? Not food, so... What does it have, anyway?"

[fooloftheking]

"My damn kevlar gloves. When I catch it, I'm going to feed it to that damn dog," he snarls, not at all worried that Foggy isn't intimidated. Even if when he lifts his head, his eyes are red.

[clouded_heart]

"Hey, chill. You're getting worked up and for most animals? The more you chase and shout, the more excited they get thinking it's a game. How about we sit down, I'll use the armoured skin thing to protect hands and maybe if you ignore it, it'll come out to find you and we can try to bribe it into dropping the glove. Sound like a plan?"

[fooloftheking]

His eyes narrow, still maintaining that demonic hue. "I could just roast it alive and then eat it," he snarls. "Or if I had my ability, I would be able to use the glove to kill it from here," he says, just really upset and fed up and emotions and pain that he's kept in for months now creeping to the surface.

[clouded_heart]

"Hey, hey, Bobo." Foggy tries to take his hands. "It's not worth all this anger. I promise you. What's really going on, buddy?"

[fooloftheking]

He draws a deep breath, his gaze mere slits, gleaming red as he stares at Foggy for the longest time. Yet all he does is stare until, after a long moment, his eyes slowly fade to blue. "It's mine," he says, knowing that sounds childish and he doesn't care. "And I'm tired of the world taking away what's mine." And suddenly this is about way more than a glove.

[clouded_heart]

Okay. Not about the glove at all. "Okay... it's a small animal, and it's not doing it to antagonise you. You know that, but you're frustrated. I get it. Which is why I'm suggesting that you sit down and do some work, I can protect your hands, and you let me work on getting the glove back, okay? I'm your friend, let me help."

[fooloftheking]

For a long time, chest heaving and his eyes narrowed, Bobo just stares at Foggy. He's trying to let the words get to him, to accept them, so that after a time he gives a single nod.

"Okay. Okay. I'll try that," he says. "I'll try it your way," he says, which shows that he is truly trying. "You shouldn't have to though," he says in a low voice, even as he moves to get to his feet.

[clouded_heart]

"I don't have to," Foggy points out. "I'm offering to help a friend out. It's not really a hardship to sit here and chat and watch you work. Certainly beats butchering more wood in the name of a crucifix."

[fooloftheking]

His brow furrows, not even sure what to think of that and what it means. "Are you suddenly praying to God?" Frowning at that, his nose wrinkling. "You run into that guy that claims he's Satan too?"

Because maybe that would encourage it in some. So far not in Bobo though.