What... ow, you didn't have to hit me that hard ... do you want me to say, then?
[ he can only laugh, you know; he can only smile and smile, through vision blurry with tears (honestly, the guy sure can throw some punches) and an ache in his gut that goes beyond hunger, goes beyond the days and nights of worrying himself until he was sick. it's what makes vash exaggerate, cringing back like the coward he is as wolfwood brandishes his fist at him as if he will sock him again. it's what makes him grin again, hopeless and helpless and utterly ridiculous, and fully aware of it, too. ]
I was just ... thinking! That's all!
[ at least with the pain in his head, he can't really feel much of anything else anymore. it makes it easier for vash to straighten up eventually, normally, as if nothing is out of place. ]
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[ he can only laugh, you know; he can only smile and smile, through vision blurry with tears (honestly, the guy sure can throw some punches) and an ache in his gut that goes beyond hunger, goes beyond the days and nights of worrying himself until he was sick. it's what makes vash exaggerate, cringing back like the coward he is as wolfwood brandishes his fist at him as if he will sock him again. it's what makes him grin again, hopeless and helpless and utterly ridiculous, and fully aware of it, too. ]
I was just ... thinking! That's all!
[ at least with the pain in his head, he can't really feel much of anything else anymore. it makes it easier for vash to straighten up eventually, normally, as if nothing is out of place. ]