honestly, even though it hurts, it's a different sort of pain than the constant, nagging feeling deep in his gut. it brings him out of his own head for a while, at least, giving vash something to focus on - in which immediate case is him letting out a unhappy groan and flinch in on himself like a turtle retreating back into its shell, letting both his hands fly up to the back of his head where he's been punched. ]
Oh, haha... Wolfwood, it's you!
[ trust vash to make their first greeting so painfully, excruciatingly, irritatingly normal, when where they are now, where they should be and aren't, where they could have been if not for all the myriad of insane things have not happened, should not even have allowed him to talk that way in the first place. vash says it as if it has only been minutes since they'd parted, as if they had not said their goodbyes and thanks and sorrys, as if they hadn't told each other that it is done, now. ]
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honestly, even though it hurts, it's a different sort of pain than the constant, nagging feeling deep in his gut. it brings him out of his own head for a while, at least, giving vash something to focus on - in which immediate case is him letting out a unhappy groan and flinch in on himself like a turtle retreating back into its shell, letting both his hands fly up to the back of his head where he's been punched. ]
Oh, haha... Wolfwood, it's you!
[ trust vash to make their first greeting so painfully, excruciatingly, irritatingly normal, when where they are now, where they should be and aren't, where they could have been if not for all the myriad of insane things have not happened, should not even have allowed him to talk that way in the first place. vash says it as if it has only been minutes since they'd parted, as if they had not said their goodbyes and thanks and sorrys, as if they hadn't told each other that it is done, now. ]