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[lupusxylem]

I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

Comments

[lupusxylem]

[Oh, Vash.

It's cute that you think he'll let you get up.

Because the moment Vash tries to sit forward, the moment he does anything more but sit his ass down, Wolfwood swings a foot up and plants it right in the center of Vash's chest, shoving him right back down again. It stays there too, firm but clearly not applying his full weight. The hallway doesn't afford much space, but that doesn't stop him from taking a step forward, his forearm braced against the wall somewhere far above Vash's head as he looks down at him, incredulous indignation glittering dangerously behind his shades.]

Get. The fuck. Out.

[oleaeuropaea]

[The punch was expected. Deserved even. But given the way they'd usually fought, he figured it would have been one and done. Or even three and done. This is far different than their usual fights. For a brief moment, Vash almost feels like he's in danger. The thought is pushed away just as quickly as it comes on, but it doesn't change the fact that it was there]

Nick - Wait, I - [He closes his eyes. Pinned down like he is, he's inclined to believe that it's not worth trying. He wants to make himself believe that Wolfwood has given up on them. That if he keeps trying, it'll only get them both hurt.]

I'm sorry. I really am - sorry.

[lupusxylem]

Don't.

[He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to get sucked back in. He's not...ready for this.

He grinds the ball of his foot into Vash's sternum, because it's clearly not getting through.]

Do you even know what you're apologizing for?

[oleaeuropaea]

[He yelps, more out of surprise than anything. He's used to pain, considering every scar his body is riddled with. He just isn't expecting it from Wolfwood. Anger is one thing, but this is making him suffer.]

I - pushed you away again. Didn't listen to you. Tried to make you make the choice. I did everything we agreed not to.

[He swallows, trying to tip his chin just enough to keep Wolfwood's eyes.]

I'm sorry - For it all.

[lupusxylem]

[That is textbook, word for word, many things Vash had done wrong, yes. Wolfwood is very proud of him for having his basic social comprehension on lock in that regard.

But that is where it ends. Because just by the way Vash is clumsily going about this with no regard for how it would be received, Wolfwood knows he doesn't get it. And that is why he's this upset, a level of angry with Vash he has likely never before seen.]

Good for you. Did that make you feel better?

[oleaeuropaea]

[Did he expect the worst of it to pass with that apology? Honestly, yes. The fact that he's still pinned down tells him all he needs to know. Any sort of relief he might have tried to feel fails to trickle in. He can only stare up at Wolfwood, trying to comprehend what he's done wrong, and how to make it better.

He has to make it better. That's what he does, right?

Panic starts to grip him. So much has happened over the course of his long life. He's broken and damaged things beyond repair. His ability to fix anything had been limited to the plants, after all. But the last thing he wants is for this to be one of those things. For Wolfwood to be one of those things.]

No, but - [He tries to sit up, to coax Wolfwood's knee upward.] I thought - maybe we could talk about it. I could explain it. Please, just let me explain.

[lupusxylem]

[As Vash tries to sit up...Wolfwood forces him back down. This time, even harder. He's still not full on standing on his chest, but he's getting closer the more Vash resists. The more he tries to talk, to interject-]

You listen to me, Vash the Stampede.

Did you think...for even a second about if I even want to talk to you right now? If I even want to see your face? Did you think about how I felt, or did you just think about how you could smooth shit over because you're suddenly having more regrets?

[He doesn't strike Vash again, but he does slam a fist into the wall above him. Whoever still lives in the Inn...I'm sorry.]

You don't GET to just come back here and act like everything's gonna be okay just because you want it to be badly enough. Get it through your iron-clad skull: you shut me out. Not the other way around.

[...finally, he lets up on the weight of his foot holding Vash down. He begins to step back, retreating backwards towards his room's door.]

...and until you really understand what you did wrong, I don't want to see your fucking face.

[oleaeuropaea]

[It's a clear statement. Vash needs to figure out what he did wrong. There's no beating around the bush about it. And yet Vash finds a way to hear it wrong. He doesn't hear use your damn head and apologize for what actually happened, he hears get gone and say gone. Because that's just how his iron-clad skull works.

He doesn't protest as Wolfwood begins to back away. It's hard to say if the full depth of his actions that night have finally sunk in, or if something else is running through his head. Regardless, the fight's gone out of him. The only real movement he offers up is laying his hand against his chest and rubbing at the bruise that will surely form there.]


... Right. [He pushes himself up with his prosthetic. It isn't to follow, only to start to pick up his own pathetic pieces off the ground.] You don't have to worry about that.

[Because of course, that's what he'll focus on. He'll mope around like a kicked puppy instead of actually acknowledging his flaws.]

'm not staying at the inn anymore so -

[That's fine. He pulls himself up. Better get gone, just like he was told.]

[lupusxylem]

[It's hard to say whether or not Wolfwood himself realizes that Vash has once again misconstrued everything, but at this point that isn't his problem. If Vash can pull his head out of his own ass and figure it out, then maybe things between them can be fixed.

But as long as Vash is going about fixing them like this, by not even once considering how Wolfwood is feeling in the aftermath of what happened, not pondering that maybe there's a reason he looked so hurt when Vash told him he "didn't know what he was doing" when he kissed him, then MAYBE...

Maybe.

But for now, Wolfwood has nothing more to say. He backs all the way into his room and slams the door in Vash's face.]