tcnetwork | Oswald Cobblepot

...possibly that would have been the better choice, yes.

YOU THINK???! I just got home and now you're traipsing off to wherever the hell you're going! Have you left yet?

I'm not traipsing. We're taking a ship. To "Enigma Station", apparently.

[Ed. Really.]

Of course I haven't left yet.

[Enigma station. Ugh.[

UHGGH. Of course you want to go.

That is a coincidence, I assure you!

GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW AND SAY GOODBYE PROPERLY!!!

I will. Of course. I'm on my way now.

Fine. Good. If you aren't here in twenty minutes I'm sending the sheriff's department to arrest you and drag you here.

Understood, Oswald.

...you do realize the rescue mission is for the sheriff's husband.

Then she will understand the importance of a proper goodbye!

Then I suppose it's a good thing that I am downstairs, hm?

[He does not bother with the elevator. Too much energy from being too worked up about this. He takes the stairs and stomps down them two full flights from where he'd been looking over the talent's rooms for security purposes.]

EDWARD NYGMA! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FACE!

[He marches right up to Ed and pokes him in the chest, all fire and fury.]

You apologize for that right now and then do this properly!

Ed? Was not even a little expecting that, he'd had every intention on making his way upstairs (on the elevator, of course), but then there was Oswald. Fire, fury and beautiful and thankfully here.

He blinked at him, unsure of how exactly he should be responding. Telling Oswald he'd had every intention of coming home and saying goodbye before leaving on this 'mission' would be a mistake. That he was sure of. Of what magnitude, that he didn't know. So. ]

Of course I'm sorry. I am.

[Another poke to the chest because why did Ed have to be so accommodating to him when he's clearly very irate and looking for a fight?!]

YOU HAD BETTER BE! YOu- you! YOU!!!!

[He throws his hands up in frustration and turns around to grab the nearest breakable object - a piece of art that was (thankfully) a recreation and not an ACTUAL Ming vase - and toss it against a wall before returning to poke Ed in the chest again.]

And you had better come back in one piece or I will tear you apart myself!

[Ed probably should not be smiling at this display of behavior, should he? And yet and yet and yet there he is. Smiling at it as if it's just the best and more amazing thing he's ever seen. Even if it's anger directed solely at him.

Look, he won't lie about it. Oswald Cobblepot in a tear is one of his favorite things. Even if it's directed at him.

...especially when it is.]

Oh, I know you will.

[Ed, is that tone even a little necessary?]

[It was not at all necessary and it threw Oswald off his rant entirely when he came to the very sudden realization that Ed was enjoying this.]

HOW DARE YOU SMILE LIKE THAT WHILE I'M YELLING AT YOU! THAT IS NOT- YOU ARE JUST- THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE HAPPY ABOUT YOU BIG- GENIUS-

[How frustrating to not be able to call Ed an 'idiot' when he was being one because he knew how much that would hurt and he didn't want to actually hurt his feelings.]

[Especially not when he's feeling more than useful to this town for once. That would be a wrong turn down a bad path indeed.

Ed, for his part, does at least attempt to stop with the ridiculous smiling. It doesn't so much work really as it does look like someone pretending to frown. Which...is exactly what he's doing really.]

Of course, you're absolutely right.

THAT'S EVEN WORSE!

[He marched over and made to swing at Ed, but came up short of actually hitting him before stomping with his good foot and then swatting his shoulder lightly to at least satisfy the urge.]

I-

[He can't say 'hate you' because that would be just as dumb calling Ed an idiot.]

JUST-

[he let out a choked cry and started to pace again, unable to better articulate the mixed emotions.]

There may be a slight smirk at the shoulder swatting, and then a sigh at the pacing.

Well, I am sorry, if that helps?

[He moves to stop the pacing, if he can manage it.]

I swear, I don't intend to let anything happen to me. All right?

That doesn't mean it won't!

[The crux of the worry, really.]

I just got you back! And now you're leaving me!

[Well, there goes the grin as he sees what the issue really is. Now? Now he looks a little worried.]

I'm not leaving you. I will be back! And...if anything does happen, just...I don't know. Have someone drag me back.

[Well. Won't that be almost prescient much, much, much later in Ed's personal timeline?]

You're certainly not staying.

[He countered, crossing his arms and... well, not really calming down, but quieting some.]

And nothing could keep me from dragging you back here. Delay me, perhaps. But not stop me.

[He debates arguing the point, but ultimately decides that the argument that would no doubt ensue is not really worth being 'right' or 'wrong'. It is what it is, he can't really do much about it.

So he'll focus on the other part of the conversation. ]

Nothing? At all?

[He rolled his eyes and sighed overly dramatically]

I suppose me being dead might stop me. But apparently here you can become a ghost, so I doubt it would for long.

True. I suppose if something happened, I could always come and haunt you.

[ Ha ha ha? ]

At least until someone brought me back like they did Violet.

Oswald Cobblepot

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