Nux blinks, shaking his hairless head, frowning and sighing.
"Sorry about the baby," he finally mumbles. His attention is grabbed by the latest unpleasant development, but instead of recoiling from it like Misa, he goes right toward it.
He grew up on a dairy farm. He was in the Mafia, whose members drank to excess and murdered often. He's well-used to dealing with messes, and is actually tremendously gifted at seeing the person before the mess.
"Cesar!" he says more loudly, patting him on the back and crouching over him. "Get it out, it's OK. You're OK now. We're going to take you back to Shepherd's Haven, and give you a bed and some water. R-right, Misa?"
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"Sorry about the baby," he finally mumbles. His attention is grabbed by the latest unpleasant development, but instead of recoiling from it like Misa, he goes right toward it.
He grew up on a dairy farm. He was in the Mafia, whose members drank to excess and murdered often. He's well-used to dealing with messes, and is actually tremendously gifted at seeing the person before the mess.
"Cesar!" he says more loudly, patting him on the back and crouching over him. "Get it out, it's OK. You're OK now. We're going to take you back to Shepherd's Haven, and give you a bed and some water. R-right, Misa?"