genovianprince
He was to be hanging out for the evening with some Lieutenant that he didn’t know anything about. The fresh-faced baaaabies were always a little hit-or-miss in Diesel’s book. They could be very excited and enthusiastic and eager for the cool (if weird and dangerous) powers the Negaverse gave them. Like Diesel was! He had extremely minimal experiences with things going wrong, so his biggest complaint was mostly that he didn’t want anyone breathing down his neck.
But there was also the chance that they were somber or demure out outright complaintive, which Diesel found… less endearing. He supposed that he understood to some extent. He’d seen corruptions that bordered on unkind, so it was hard to be too upset if someone was offended from being conscripted.
In his experience, those were generally the only two options: excited, or not.
And he didn’t really know which he’d be getting out of this Lieutenant until they came face-to-face. Which should beee… aaaany second now. Diesel loitered at the entrance to the Castle, back against a stone pillar and foot tap-tap-tapping in anxious and expectant energy. He figured the guy’s general was probably dropping him off, and then Diesel would take him out to the city to patrol with him. It was safer that way. Lieutenants didn’t really have much of anything going for them, so having someone else tag along with them was just a necessary precaution. And if things went super sideways, Diesel could get them out.
Or, like, call for his General if he needed help, but he really didn’t want to need help, and most nights were pretty boring, anyway.
But they’d be together just in case, and it was more engaging to have a partner, anyway. It wasn’t like Diesel was ever eager to be wandering around alone, looking for victims or enemies that may not even be there. It could get tedious. At least this way, even if they accomplished literally nothing, at least he’d met an ally.
