[ he almost wants to hit him again, wants to grab hold of his shoulders and shake vash until he cuts it out. the laugh that rings a little hollow, the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, the way he cringes away. he's seen this before and he hates it, hates that it sets something off in him, hates that he wants to do something, anything, to make it just... go away.
wolfwood scoffs, all but glaring daggers at vash as he stands up straight again. ]
Should know better than to start thinking, idiot. [ hands clench at his sides, missing the heavy weight of the punisher on his back, the pull of it on his hand. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, then, as if to hide the motion. ] You'll get lost in that empty skull of yours.
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[ he almost wants to hit him again, wants to grab hold of his shoulders and shake vash until he cuts it out. the laugh that rings a little hollow, the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, the way he cringes away. he's seen this before and he hates it, hates that it sets something off in him, hates that he wants to do something, anything, to make it just... go away.
wolfwood scoffs, all but glaring daggers at vash as he stands up straight again. ]
Should know better than to start thinking, idiot. [ hands clench at his sides, missing the heavy weight of the punisher on his back, the pull of it on his hand. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, then, as if to hide the motion. ] You'll get lost in that empty skull of yours.
[ a beat, brows furrowing, and his exhales. ]
You look like shit, spikey.