Vasili had also been healing well; Nephthys was tending it nicely, of course, though it had been so swollen and irritated in the time since he hadn't actually opened it to see the full extent of the damage. Luckily, he was already adapting well to less depth perception, and he felt like even if the orb was hindered, it wouldn't be the biggest deal ever. Right? Fuck it, he was a Pharaoh now, it made him look tough. Nobody would mess with the dragon Pharaoh Vasili when he had a tangled mess of scars littering his face.

Why did she always go for the face?

Once again resting peacefully on a ledge above the den's mouth and keeping his one good eye on the entrance, Vasi gnawed at a carcass. He was nearly finished, at the point of stripping off the last bits of meat and cracking open the bones for their marrow, when a small figure stomped from the den.
Not again.
It was... Khyan.... The brown little shit was proving to be a little whiny, but fierce nonetheless. There had been no hard feelings towards the child Vasi had wholly accepted as his own, but guilt festered in his cold heart when he saw the wound on the tiny boy. It wasn't him that'd slighted Vasi, but his sperm donor -- a donor he hoped he never had to see again, that he hoped knew better than to visit, that he hoped never laid eyes on the child.

Licking his lips free of lingering viscera and pulling himself to his paws, Vasili boofed some semblance of warning this time as he descended quickly. No need to scare the little scrap like he had Cairo. Of course, the clouds heavy in the sky chose that very moment to release their burden, and man, did the floodgates open. Immediately, Khyan was offended, and he had only a little trouble voicing his concerns about it. Vas couldn't even tell if he was distressed or angry, but he was putting his entire fucking heart into that scream and he could respect it.

Grinning, he simply moved to step above his son to block the rain without a word.

Well, fuck. Vasi thought he was doing something nice for the little turd, but the initial response was a growl and the meanest mug of the century sent straight up from hell to Vasili's bandaged face. Nostrils flaring with amusement, the titan quirked a brow and opened his mouth to say something, but nobody would ever know what the original message was. What came out was a whiny snarl of his own, followed by a sharp snarl of you little fucking gremlin! It wasn't even comparable to any other teeth he'd ever endured in his short life, but the sneak attack pinched nonetheless. He yanked the limb back and the little fucker had the audacity to plop back into a sit right back into the pouring rain, look back up, and screech out the strangest sentence(?) Vasi had ever heard.

What are you so shitty about, Vasi yelled crossly, reclining back onto his own haunches, I'm not making it rain! Tried to bloody help, y'fuck.

Ringed eyes glared back down at the boy. No, he was not above arguing with a child who didn't understand him. No, he didn't wonder where his children were learning such foul words.

Maybe its raining because you're shitty, ever think of that? It was fine a minute ago.

He'd been watching the storm roll in. But Khyan didn't know that, and he probably understood like two of the words Vasi said anyway.

Khyan just pouted, and grumbled, and oh would you look at that eventually took shelter under DEAR OL DAD.

OH, how wise of you to think of hiding under me, he snarked with a sigh, I never would've thought of that.

Of course, the little fuck just started chewing on him. Vasili growled, and without so much as twitching a toe, twisted his head to peer with his one uncovered eye beneath to the gremlin.
He didn't even get to say anything smart this time. The little bastard started yelling about NOT being shitty, to which Vas just snorted in amusement. Yeah, no, not at all, why would he have thought as much?

If you're not shitty, why are you yelling at me? You don't bite the paw that feeds you, Khyan. That's what we call a dick move.