"Oh. I…I was wondering about that." Bridge mused softly.
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
Scipio nodded again. "I basically told him to come in here and fight me like a man. Not sure why he accepted."
"He…" Bridge tried to think of a reason, but gave up quickly. "I don't know."
"He's pretty stupid sometimes." Scipio hummed, staring at the ceiling.
"All the time," He muttered, looking away for a moment.
"Mhmm. Wonder why they don't just fire him? Ah well. It is what it is."
Bridge turned his attention back to Scipio, sighing a tiny bit.
"What're you sighing for?" Scipio glanced up at Bridge.
"Oh. Nothing." He bit his lip. "I…I do it sometimes for no reason. Sorry."
Scipio nodded and looked back at the ceiling. "Have you ever wanted to kill someone?"
(I feel like Bridge and Scipio are like that one tumblr post.
Scipio: How many people do you have to kill before it's considered a crime?
Bridge: One… one person…)
((again: meme page. lmao.))
Bridge tilted his head. "Um…not…not really. I hate my dad a lot, but I've never wanted to…kill him."
"Hmm. I sort of struggled with the overwhelming desire to kill things since I was a kid. I didn't kill any people till the army, though."
((I'm screaming at myself how wholesome this child is his dad literally abused and ignored him physicaly and verbally for like ten years and he doesnt even wanna kill him))
"Oh." Bridge blinked, and thought. "You're…you're supposed to kill people in the army."
(10/10 gud boi)
"Well, yes, but not the way I did. I liked to stab them and I killed a couple of my allies."
"Oh." There was another pause. "Is…is that what got you here?"
"Yep. Turns out, that's frowned upon. So's killing anyone, usually, but the army's an exception."
"Yeah…" Bridge nodded some. "Killing people is…kind of a bad thing."
"So I've heard. I told you already, I'm a bad person and I do bad things."
"Not…not all the time. You…you do a lot of bad things, but not all the time." He replied, looking down at Scipio.
Scipio shrugged. "You keep saying that, but I'm not really buying it. Not just because I haven't any money, either."
Bridge smiled a bit, continuing to run a gentle hand through his hair. “I do.”
Scipio rolled his eyes, but kept quiet because he was being pet.
Bridge giggled softly, leaning back onto the wall.
"Why are you laughing now? I haven't done anything."
“I…you rolled your eyes.” It was a little cute.
"Yes, I do that sometimes. What about it is funny?" He raised an eyebrow, looking up at Bridge.
“It wasn’t…funny, really,” He explained as simply as possibly.
"But you laughed??" Scipio just seemed very confused by now.
“I…I guess I thought it was kind of cute,” He responded, blushing and looking away.
"I'm not cute…" Scipio looked away and huffed.