His hand pats the back of Yakou, in a gentle circular motion... Comfort was foregin to Vivia. He was never shown it..
"I am no mind reader... Nor, do I know what is wrong-- But a sea of tears, dries out the land of bliss...."
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Vivia wasn't exactly the best at comforting others... In fact, he was the complete opposite. However, with the chief at his desk... Face darkened with grief, he couldn't just ignore it.
Especially when Yakou had came to him in time his own time of need.
--
"Chief..."
His voice still airy and apathetic, yet... a hint of concern-- Viva called out to him to bring the older man's attention to him.
"... You're dehydrated."
His bandaged hand came to the other's veiw, a water bottle was set in front of Yakou.
--
"...Perhaps I should invest in a jacket with a hood." Normally the rain doesn't bother hum. But now... With the slight chill in the air, he has a headache...
doing-- A combat-based job just by looking at them.
"Vivia."
He snatches back his weapon with immense speed. He never used his energy for something trivial as this but.... Given the circumstances, it was needed.
The detective was rather calm for the most part-- But this guy was getting on his nerves. And it took a lot to get to that point.
Vivia kissed his teeth in annoyance. Whatever this person's.... occupation was, he was physically capable of doing what ever this --
“Plenty of people have.” He admits without a care, sliding the blade up and down.
“But, sometimes ya ain’t got a choice.”
In this case, he did but, since the other man refused to be friendly…
“A box cutter, ya say? Can ya use it for crates?”
He hums and twirls it around ↬