Joker's a more welcome presence than Walter would have otherwise thought, even with as much goddamn attention as the bastard needs. Joker, goddamn climbing up on Walter's back, and Walter just looping his arms under the other Victor's knees and happily going along with it.
He doesn't know the specifics of Joker - nobody does, as far as he can tell. And last time he saw him he was much tinier, much less painted, and Walter was too drunk to remember much. But he knows someone as fucked up and isolated as he is when he sees them.
The clown's antics don't end there, because why would they? Walter grumbles half-heartedly mostly on principle, but that's about it.
Until they hit all the yelling, and Joker dashes on ahead. Towards the noise. Like you do.
"Goddamnit," He sighs, mouth turning down in something of a frown. There's no use catching up to Joker; by the time Walter could, he's already gone and put himself in the center of the action along with...
That's Zaraki who's been arguing with the Peacekeepers. Kenpachi fucking Zaraki. And Joker's... Walter's not exactly sure what the hell that idiot's doing, besides maybe attempting to diffuse things. It's questionable how well that'll work. So Walter breathes in, steels himself for problems, walks right past the Peacekeepers to the two other Victors, and...
...Smacks Joker solidly on the ass.
"C'mon, jackasses," Walter drawls with more than a little slurring, "The Games aren't going to wait for us. And neither are the drinks."
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19/2/14 07:58 (UTC)He doesn't know the specifics of Joker - nobody does, as far as he can tell. And last time he saw him he was much tinier, much less painted, and Walter was too drunk to remember much. But he knows someone as fucked up and isolated as he is when he sees them.
The clown's antics don't end there, because why would they? Walter grumbles half-heartedly mostly on principle, but that's about it.
Until they hit all the yelling, and Joker dashes on ahead. Towards the noise. Like you do.
"Goddamnit," He sighs, mouth turning down in something of a frown. There's no use catching up to Joker; by the time Walter could, he's already gone and put himself in the center of the action along with...
That's Zaraki who's been arguing with the Peacekeepers. Kenpachi fucking Zaraki. And Joker's... Walter's not exactly sure what the hell that idiot's doing, besides maybe attempting to diffuse things. It's questionable how well that'll work. So Walter breathes in, steels himself for problems, walks right past the Peacekeepers to the two other Victors, and...
...Smacks Joker solidly on the ass.
"C'mon, jackasses," Walter drawls with more than a little slurring, "The Games aren't going to wait for us. And neither are the drinks."