Accord // AU

[hatesblindjokes]

[Vincent is wandering around the city streets in the dead of night, looking for the hotel that Robin told him about. the goal is to meet up and discuss the game plan, now that he's here.

but given that he is both lost and blind, that's proving kind of difficult. that motherfucker, would it have been so hard to give him directions? and no one really wants to talk to a seven-foot, weird-looking guy this late at night, so he's mostly just... hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up, trying to listen for conversation or something that'll help him figure out what is where.]

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[hatesblindjokes]

...The fuck's your problem?

[eventually... if he's not saying anything... and not making any other attempts to kill him, Vincent will just... slowly... put him back down. and let go of him.

it may be telling that he doesn't really move his head when he does. not going for eye contact, this guy.]

[mortalcoil]

[yeah, Coil hasn't quite put it together yet, still just beginning to notice the oddities. He's mostly too busy dealing with the fact that his feet are back on the ground again.

He automatically slides back a step once he's free... but he does realize that it's not enough to actually put him outside of this guy's reach. It'll have to do, though. He can finally explain-- making quick work of pointing at the guy, and then pointing back toward the vague direction of the hotel, trying to show why he'd followed him in the first place.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[...well, he knows he's moving, but just... slowly shakes his head.]

Buddy, I can't see.

[mortalcoil]

[he... might be able to hear Coil's palm hitting his forehead.

Of course Robin would send him after someone like that. A blind giant. Perfect.

So, Vincent gets a nice long pause of frustration while the kid tries to figure out what to do, here.]

[hatesblindjokes]

...Okaaay, right. Do you not... talk, or something?

[yep. this is going to be the most quality conversation ever.]

[mortalcoil]

[ugh, this is just downright embarrassing. At least the guy can't see how awkward he looks about this.

There's another strained pause while he flounders for a way to answer, until he finally looks around for something that makes sound.

...All he's got in an alleyway like this, is a nearby crate.

He knocks on it twice, very distinctly.

Knock knock. He's mute.]

[hatesblindjokes]

Huh. [...that answers that question.] Well, ain't that a bitch.

...Does that mean I can go? [pointing to the street. :/]

[mortalcoil]

[he's pretty sure that he's not going to get suddenly grabbed or anything again, but... it's not like he's exactly had a whole lot of experience interacting with blind people. Can't be too careful around someone who might be touchy--especially someone this big.

So, he's tentative when he reaches out to kind of... touch the guy's arm, maybe try to take hold of his sleeve]

[hatesblindjokes]

[he does look a little surprised, but more or less offers his arm when Coil goes for it. what're you doing, kid?]

[mortalcoil]

[he gives a little tug toward the mouth of the alley, back toward the lane. This way, buddy.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[...he hesitates, but not for long. he'll start walking back that way, sure.]

Just lemme mention that if this is a trap, I will literally tear your head off. Just so you know.

[mortalcoil]

[and he believes him. That fact is present in the way he hesitates before continuing to lead him out of the alley.

Once they're back on the street, however, he hesitates again. It dawns on him that he should probably at least try to explain. Because wouldn't it be some kind of hilarious if he brought the wrong giant back to the hotel.

So... before he goes on any further, he takes the hand that he's already in partial custody of, turns it over, and traces the clear shape of the letter "R" on the guy's palm. Just on the off-chance that maybe he wasn't always blind, and could read at some point. ...If not, then he's alright with just being labeled weirder than he already is.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[well, good. as long as that's clear, he has no trouble following him out.

which is why he's confused when the guy stops again and starts tracing on his hand. he has to work past the sensory flood, but can at least identify shape he's making.]

"R"...? [the first word that comes to mind is 'right', but that's stupid. he would have just tugged him right. he thinks of what else could possibly start with--

oh motherfucker.]

Robin?

[mortalcoil]

[two little confirming tugs on his sleeve, before he starts leading him again.

Yep. Robin-- the cause of this whole eventful little meeting. Along with just generally explaining it, Coil's pretty eager to pass off the blame on this one.]

[hatesblindjokes]

That son of a bitch. [consider the blame transferred as he follows along.] He would send a mute kid to come find me.

[mortalcoil]

[there's no voice behind it, but the sigh is audible. It's the sigh of someone who isn't just some innocent passerby who'd been roped into this errand--this kid knows Robin.

Oh, and he also lets go of Vincent once they're walking the right direction down the street. He'll grab his sleeve again if they need to turn or something]

[hatesblindjokes]

[oh, a knowing sigh. he gets that sound.]

I apologize for everything he's ever done.

[mortalcoil]

[ha, that gets a 'tch' scoffed under his breath.

...Hey, look at that. They're having a conversation.]

[hatesblindjokes]

He means well. He's just an idiot.

[he is weirdly okay with this 'conversation', one-sided as it is.]

Well, no. More like he's way too smart for his own good.

[mortalcoil]

[Coil's pace subtly slows, so he can more of fall in step with him. Or, at least walk more beside him. Just in case the guy has more to say on the topic of Robin.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[oh. oh, okay.]

Do you, uh, know him very well?

[mortalcoil]

[he nods.


...and then belatedly remembers that isn't going to help. So, he... awkwardly gives a couple tags on the guy's sleeve.

ugh, this was the worst way to try and communicate.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[he's sorry, man. he really is.]

Then you're not gonna mind if I deck him one in the face.

[mortalcoil]

[ha-- he reaches up and pats the guy on the arm, in as approving and encouraging of a way as he can manage.

He doesn't mind. At all.]

[hatesblindjokes]

Heh. [an awkward little smile.] Yeah, I figured.

Act all calm, and he won't even know it's coming.