he's glad zacharias was the one who had to play the babysitter role for two primary reasons. firstly, dominic knew a scowl had etched itself into the muscle of his face, and no parent in their right mind would allow him near their child. secondly, this meant he was afforded the opportunity to see zacharias in a sweater vest.

dominic scoffed when he entered, regarding zacharias's wound with a brief glance.

"woah. does the fucker still have its teeth intact?"

he couldn't yet hear crying or screaming from the depths of the house, which pleased him because dominic found the sound of wailing children uniquely aggravating.

dominic steps further into the hallway, clicking his tongue in delight when he sees a family portrait featuring the two parents and their son - all holding a swablu each.

"i'm hoping they have some of those in pokeballs lying around," he says, pointing at the fluffy birds.

"i hear they fetch a good price in johto. you'd know, i'm sure."

@zacharias

when zacharias calls the depicted pokemon by name, dominic nods seriously and is quick to echo him as if he weren't a syllable behind. "s-swablu? yeah," dominic repeats, narrowing his eyes at the birdies and nodding knowingly.

rejoined by zacharias, dominic wrinkles his nose in distaste at the bag of parmesan - he never really was a cheese guy, and parmesan in particular has that nasty sharp taste.

"that smells like fermented milk," he says flatly and swivels his head back to survey the portrait with something resembling renewed interest.

"people really do like dragons, huh. always found them as overrated as those little white and green psychic bitches everyone in this region seems to have."

dominic raises one shoulder in a shrug. they always go down so easily, too.

@zacharias

dominic opened his mouth to protest but when he heard the sound of something being destroyed, he snapped his jaw shut and followed in zacharias's footsteps to the bedroom.

interesting.

he arched an appreciative eyebrow at the armful of television and helpfully tore the wires connecting it to the circuitry of the wall, giving zacharias some freedom of movement.

"where are you putting that? dominic drawled as he flung himself on the bed. "will it even fit in whatever shack you're renting?"

unable to stay idle for very long, dominic pulled himself to his full height again, bouncing very slightly on the mattress as he surveyed the room with an appraising glance.

catching sight of a dressing table with some jewellery prominently displayed, dominic dropped to the floor again, stripped a pillow of its pillowcase and started shoveling the necklaces, bracelets, rings and anything else that got in the way inside. when he was done with the surface items, he pulled open the drawers and scooped everything in as well for good measure.

@zacharias

zacharias was one man, and that was a needlessly large television.

"heh, maybe you'll scratch the shit out of the screen before you can bring it back."

dominic swung around to face zacharias, pillowcase full of valuables in one hand, with the closest thing to glee he had expressed in a while. it wavered for a moment because apparently he was working with an overgrown child.

that isn't to say he wouldn't make liberal usage of zacharias's video game library if the opportunity arose.

dominic jingled with an assortment of trinkets when he ducked around zacharias and his new television and stepped back into the hallway. a few more paces where he throws open each door as he passed until he came across what was ostensibly the kid's room.

a made bed that was unnecessarily large for a child, a neat desk, shelves lined with books and figurines, another television, though slightly smaller, hung on the wall, with a set of consoles lined up underneath. dominic descends on them like a ravenous mightyena, biting back the bile of jealousy rising to the back of his throat.

"over here," he called out, which was neither helpful nor descriptive.

@zacharias

dominic watched zacharias's wanton looting, one eyebrow arched. to the untrained eye it may seem like a cool detachment but a brief quirk of the lips indicated otherwise.

dominic waited patiently for zacharias to be done sweeping the games (and whatever else got in the way, probably) into the pillowcase before tipping the shelves over to the ground. just for good measure. maybe he had a flare for the dramatic.

he shoved a large handheld console into one jacket pocket, grabbed a headset and hung it around his neck. why the fuck does a headset need to glow, anyways? irritation swelled in his chest and dominic expressed it by knocking down another shelf, this time with a little more force. books and pokemon figurines were sent scattering across the floor.

satisfied with his acts of minor destruction, dominic busied himself disconnecting two more consoles, and then scooped one under each arm.

"i bet i won't see these things ever again," he grumbled, hoisting each console up to get a better grip on them before shoving the door further open with his shoulder. "i'm keeping the nintendo swerve," he added.

as they made their way back to the corridor, dominic was feeling pretty good about the heist until he heard car tires behind him. "oh fuck, move," he hissed to zacharias, and then began to push him down the corridor with as much strength as he could muster.

unable to maneuver the television in his arms very well at this speed (let alone with a grown ass man at his back), zacharias's new acquisition left deep gouges and dark scratches in the walls as the pair made a hasty escape.

@zacharias