[Well. Here Vash is, in his space, and for some reason Wolfwood doesn't have the good sense to move away before this gets out of hand. And as Vash sits there, what he tells him is...basically exactly what he thought he'd say. Don't care about me. Don't get close to me. He's a bad omen, an unlucky charm, a harbinger of destruction.
And if Wolfwood weren't completely spent by the day, he'd probably punch him in his stupid mouth.
Instead, he laughs. It's a low, hollow, slightly damp sound.]
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And if Wolfwood weren't completely spent by the day, he'd probably punch him in his stupid mouth.
Instead, he laughs. It's a low, hollow, slightly damp sound.]
...s'a little too late for that. Don'tcha think.