[ He rests his cross on the ground, and leans on it casually, watching with a vague kind of intensity as Vash greets familiar faces, every name etched in his memory. It never ceases to fascinate him almost to the point that it feels like he's watching a marvel, just this odd and little one thing. He could watch Vash run among the people of the ship for hours, content just to see it.
He only budges when he's looked at and greeted, or when it feels like it's his turn to speak. He greets them all casually and spins a polite enough lie that oh, yes, what happened is that he fell down so many feet into such an inhospitable crag that any sane person would have absolutely thought he had died. Hell, even he's surprised he's not dead. Against all odds though, he made it, but had to spend a good amount of time trying to piece his memory back together and then and only then, set forth to find Vash. I know, right?! What an absolute shocking turn of events. Dare they even call it a miracle.
All the while, he keeps an eye on Vash, and whenever he moves, so does Wolfwood. Conversations and greetings kept a little short for now, because God knows there'll be plenty of time to chat around later. ]
[ What a funny story? Vash plays along with it seamlessly, as if it actually happened. There's no skip or pause in his acting and the colony members accept it as fact.
Unfortunately, for Wolfwood, a lot of people approach Vash as he makes his way through. From the elderly to children they want to say hello to the man who stands basically as their weird estranged but lovable grand-uncle? Something of that sense. The children try to climb him and he lets them, which make some conversations longer than other, but...
They make it to the main body of the ship where Luida shows herself. She greets Vash, griefing him with a "I didn't expect you to visit so soon" which has him apologetically laugh and rub his neck. Sorry, sorry, and she sighs. To Wolfwood, there's glint surprise in her eyes, but she keeps her thoughts to herself and welcomes him back. While Vash didn't tell her the whole scope of what happened in Hopeland, she could piece it together with Vash's plight to let him follow Wolfwood to the orphanage when he left, to send a ship to evacuate the children... Then his demeanor and countenance upon return with Wolfwood nowhere to be seen.
It took her years to read Vash and she cannot say with confidence she knows all that goes on in his head and heart, but she made it this far. ]
Got any room for us? We don't mind camping on a platform outside, either.
[ She mentions that they have a room available, but it would be small for the two of them. They can provide them with camping gear to make their outdoors glamping comfortable, however.
For Wolfwood, she turns to him again with a short pause before she tells him that if he's curious about how the children and caretakers are doing, he may ask her whenever it strikes him. ]
[ That's fine, the fact that Wolfwood weirdly enjoys seeing this side of Vash means he really has no complaints about the frequent stops. It's not like he's in a rush to get settled in a room or leave right away. Vash can have his elderly community grandparents that look after him like he's one of their kids, or the little siblings that all treat him like an elder brother that just came back from deployment. Again, he's ever-content to watch it happen, though he'll entertain conversation with the folks here and there who remember him from his first visit. For those who don't know, he just says he's a friend for now.
Luida is someone he respects, and while he's not so open with her to tell her everything, he knows that old girl is a smart one. He shrugs and gives a little wave of hello over his sunglasses when she looks over at him, feigning nonchalance while staying close to Vash for support. ]
We know our way around the cheapest motels on the planet, pretty sure it ain't gonna be a problem unless you're puttin' your prodigal son into a storage closet.
[ He has to squint a little bit when she says room singular, which Wolfwood doesn't have a complaint about, but still. What do you know, lady. He does nod though, grateful for real on her follow-up offer. He'll come talk to her later. ]
[ Why are you squinting at her? They need rooms for the extra people they had to adopt? She doesn't know anything about them, so really it's just that they would have to share because... Space, not because gay.
Luida looks at Vash, tiredly, and puts out that she thinks Vash would give up his own bed to someone else and sleep in a storage closet if it comes down to it. Wolfwood gets a residual look of sympathy and empathy because she knows he understands the trouble of suffering Vash (fond). This has Vash wind up to interact in the fun, taking the opportunity for any reprieve and hoping this helps Wolfwood relax a bit.
... He knows the ship makes him a bit nervous, then there's the orphanage. ]
Woah, woah. I didn't show up to be criticized! I like sleeping in a nice bed!
[ Luida gives him a dead look, "yes, I know." Aware that he likes to be pampered and spoiled a little. Anyway, she gives them their room number and reiterates again if the room is too small for them both with a floor mattress included and they decide to camp instead then ask and the colony will provide them glamp gear. She will excuse herself as she has some important matters to attend to. ]
... Want to check out the room and maybe relax in there for a bit?
[ Since they traveled a lot. They probably smell, too. ]
[ BUT TO JUST STICK THEM TOGETHER WHEN VASH PROBABLY HAS HIS OWN ROOM TO BEGIN WITH? Even more so if Wolfwood is more just a guest here, but again it's not like he's going to push back on this decision. ]
Your whole everythin' asks to be criticised.
[ You are the grandchild whose grandparents are always like you need to come home more!! He's certain Vash expected it or even aimed for it but here Luida and Wolfwood are, bullying him like clockwork. He watches Luida go, busy mother hen in what has become a very lively colony these days now that all resources can be focused on not surviving, but living. ]
Yeah. You got a shower in there, or?
[ Wolfwood would like to clean off all the grit and sand. He even picked up a back-up pair of clothes he's kept safe from grime and fray for here, because he doesn't want to hang around these good people in his worn threads that while he keeps it clean, the memory of old blood stains the patched fabric. ]
[ The free room is his room........ Why are you both attacking him. Luida already left, but Vash is shaking in the aftermath—he's doing his best!! It's fine for Luida to scold him, but Wolfwood? Worst boyfriend. ]
Ever thought about being on my side sometimes...? [ Said as heatless bicker and banter, but he leads them to the room. It may take a little lift to get there, but the short travel there is without trouble. ] Yeah, there's a personal bathroom.
[ I'm just going to assign it some kind of lock mechanism and Vash unlocks it with... I guess they can have keycards of some manner. It is a humble room with a bed, storage, and a digital terminal (it is a computer), overall looking like it hasn't been lived in even if there's a single sign that it was once used before. It's a little framed photo on the small desk in the corner.
There is another door which leads to the personal bathroom (shower stall, no bathtub). ]
[ All of those count as being on Vash's side, apparently. Wolfwood is mean. He squints into the room and honestly, it's fine. Cleaner, whiter than what he's used to. He glances down at the floor and pictures out how the mattress will be laid out, and it's really not all that bad. Cramped if they're in here all day, but he doubts that'll be the case. ]
[ He has no rebuttal to that... Because Wolfwood does come to save his ass, even though Vash could get himself out of trouble himself. It isn't about that, it's about company. Even if the foundation of their journey before was wrought with deception, Vash appreciated Wolfwood, nevertheless.
Even now when he pouts a little until they talk about getting clean. ]
Go ahead.
[ He gives him the go. Vash instead will be cleaning up the room a little, even though it's empty... I suppose it's more that he starts hanging stuff in the storage closet. ]
[ He thought about snarking a little bit but he decides against it because he appreciates the little things and showers! They are major!! So his cross goes resting on the wall near the door and he's slipping off with a change of clothes for some sweet sweet cleanliness and a shave. I assign him not a major beard grower but it can be enough to where it gets annoying and scratchy. Does the colony have scented soaps.
He'll be out in like twenty with semi-wet hair, towel over his shoulders, pants on but cooling off a bit before he throws on a shirt. He's got a plain dark sweater in his hands, something more presentable and hopefully more fitting for the place. ]
[ They have nice soaps, but mostly natural smells. Spices, earthy stuff, or floral.
Wolfwood should keep flirting with him. Vash doesn't have a bunch of insecurities here that will run wild since there are no WEEKLY EFFECTS attacking his ass. When Wolfwood comes back out, he stands up from sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand nearby, likely he spent his time texting friends? Maybe? Looking at photos, too.
A set of new clothes hangs off the crook of his elbow, but he reaches up to take the tower with both hands and gently tousle Wolfwood's wet hair a little. Something about... All of this, Vash finds it endearing. ]
Enjoyed your shower?
[ There are no wonky temperature problems with the water here. Can he come close enough where he can maybe smell what kind of shampoo Wolfwood used. ]
He's tousled. He makes some kind of unamused grunt at towel in his face, but it's the kind where you can tell it's just pure noise. ]
Yeah, water's hot. Better take it before somebody else beats you to it.
[ He doesn't know how the ship's water system works but gods know there is sometimes a race for hot water in the motels!! Lukewarm when you want it cold, lukewarm when you want it hot. Just great.
Decrees his shampoo to be the scent of the body wash I like rn which is supposedly Oatmeal & Kale. It sounds weird on paper but it really smells good. ]
The ship's water system is refined enough where we don't need to worry about that.
[ i kind of like how oatmeal smells and tastes so i imagine this smells good anyway
Vash cups Wolfwood's cheeks under the towel, giving his shave a little polish even though he can't feel it with fabric in between. For a moment, he admires him... And he would have admired him a second too long if Wolfwood didn't speak up again. One last towel rustle before he walks over to the room's control panel. ]
Yeah, go ahead.
[ He pushes a button and the vents gently flare open for air circulation. Smoke away!!! Nice that there's not much in the room for smoke to sink into because he would maybe complain about that. There's just a framed photo on the desk.
[ Bleh. He sticks his tongue out a bit when his face is Hold. Admire this, fucko. He does raise a brow when the structure in the walls just move like that with a push of a button, glancing up at the vents. Man, advanced places are weird when you're from the equivalent of the backwaters, and pretty much stayed that way. ]
Huh. Alright.
[ If Vash said no he'd either suck it up or go outside but it's fine, he'll stay here. Cool! Convenient. He isn't like, a pryer, especially of Vash's history and secrets when Wolfwood isn't exactly generous with sharing his, but it's probably hard to not accidentally glance and see the photo. What's on it.
When Vash returns he'll find Wolfwood just sitting on the floor by the bed, cigarette between his teeth and his eyes closed, fiddling around with a small piece of ratchet metal. He pushes the bar with his thumb, its clicking noise quiet but steady. He cracks an eye open just to glance at him. ]
[ Fortunately, the room stays a room and he doesn't disappear to go on an abrupt Thursday trip.
Vash is used to it and they've stayed in places with less air flow, but he's considerate enough for everyone else who might have to clean his room. Dust won't be the only thing that greets them. Congratulations, now smoke, too. He can imagine the small complaints... Anyway, it's an aged photo with Rem, Vash, and Knives. With burnt edges and tears along the film, it's barely kept together in one piece, but the frame keeps it in place.
After maybe fifteen minutes, he pops out clothed in some comfy shorts with his only arm towel drying his hair (the cybernetic arm is in the bathroom). After two steps forward, there's a halt when he catches Wolfwood's gaze. ]
You could have left and checked stuff out if you wanted.
[ Granted, he assumes Wolfwood has his own reasons for not leaving yet. The room is small already, so Vash doesn't sit shoulder to shoulder when he walks over. Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
did wolfwood ever wear his sweater or is he still here shirtless ]
[ OOCly I knew what it'd be but this is Wolfwood's first time in Vash's childhood bedroom. He obviously recognises Knives, and he can make a limited guess on who the lady is even though he's only heard Vash mention her a handful of times.
He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
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He only budges when he's looked at and greeted, or when it feels like it's his turn to speak. He greets them all casually and spins a polite enough lie that oh, yes, what happened is that he fell down so many feet into such an inhospitable crag that any sane person would have absolutely thought he had died. Hell, even he's surprised he's not dead. Against all odds though, he made it, but had to spend a good amount of time trying to piece his memory back together and then and only then, set forth to find Vash. I know, right?! What an absolute shocking turn of events. Dare they even call it a miracle.
All the while, he keeps an eye on Vash, and whenever he moves, so does Wolfwood. Conversations and greetings kept a little short for now, because God knows there'll be plenty of time to chat around later. ]
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Unfortunately, for Wolfwood, a lot of people approach Vash as he makes his way through. From the elderly to children they want to say hello to the man who stands basically as their weird estranged but lovable grand-uncle? Something of that sense. The children try to climb him and he lets them, which make some conversations longer than other, but...
They make it to the main body of the ship where Luida shows herself. She greets Vash, griefing him with a "I didn't expect you to visit so soon" which has him apologetically laugh and rub his neck. Sorry, sorry, and she sighs. To Wolfwood, there's glint surprise in her eyes, but she keeps her thoughts to herself and welcomes him back. While Vash didn't tell her the whole scope of what happened in Hopeland, she could piece it together with Vash's plight to let him follow Wolfwood to the orphanage when he left, to send a ship to evacuate the children... Then his demeanor and countenance upon return with Wolfwood nowhere to be seen.
It took her years to read Vash and she cannot say with confidence she knows all that goes on in his head and heart, but she made it this far. ]
Got any room for us? We don't mind camping on a platform outside, either.
[ She mentions that they have a room available, but it would be small for the two of them. They can provide them with camping gear to make their outdoors glamping comfortable, however.
For Wolfwood, she turns to him again with a short pause before she tells him that if he's curious about how the children and caretakers are doing, he may ask her whenever it strikes him. ]
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Luida is someone he respects, and while he's not so open with her to tell her everything, he knows that old girl is a smart one. He shrugs and gives a little wave of hello over his sunglasses when she looks over at him, feigning nonchalance while staying close to Vash for support. ]
We know our way around the cheapest motels on the planet, pretty sure it ain't gonna be a problem unless you're puttin' your prodigal son into a storage closet.
[ He has to squint a little bit when she says room singular, which Wolfwood doesn't have a complaint about, but still. What do you know, lady. He does nod though, grateful for real on her follow-up offer. He'll come talk to her later. ]
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Luida looks at Vash, tiredly, and puts out that she thinks Vash would give up his own bed to someone else and sleep in a storage closet if it comes down to it. Wolfwood gets a residual look of sympathy and empathy because she knows he understands the trouble of suffering Vash (fond). This has Vash wind up to interact in the fun, taking the opportunity for any reprieve and hoping this helps Wolfwood relax a bit.
... He knows the ship makes him a bit nervous, then there's the orphanage. ]
Woah, woah. I didn't show up to be criticized! I like sleeping in a nice bed!
[ Luida gives him a dead look, "yes, I know." Aware that he likes to be pampered and spoiled a little. Anyway, she gives them their room number and reiterates again if the room is too small for them both with a floor mattress included and they decide to camp instead then ask and the colony will provide them glamp gear. She will excuse herself as she has some important matters to attend to. ]
... Want to check out the room and maybe relax in there for a bit?
[ Since they traveled a lot. They probably smell, too. ]
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Your whole everythin' asks to be criticised.
[ You are the grandchild whose grandparents are always like you need to come home more!! He's certain Vash expected it or even aimed for it but here Luida and Wolfwood are, bullying him like clockwork. He watches Luida go, busy mother hen in what has become a very lively colony these days now that all resources can be focused on not surviving, but living. ]
Yeah. You got a shower in there, or?
[ Wolfwood would like to clean off all the grit and sand. He even picked up a back-up pair of clothes he's kept safe from grime and fray for here, because he doesn't want to hang around these good people in his worn threads that while he keeps it clean, the memory of old blood stains the patched fabric. ]
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Ever thought about being on my side sometimes...? [ Said as heatless bicker and banter, but he leads them to the room. It may take a little lift to get there, but the short travel there is without trouble. ] Yeah, there's a personal bathroom.
[ I'm just going to assign it some kind of lock mechanism and Vash unlocks it with... I guess they can have keycards of some manner. It is a humble room with a bed, storage, and a digital terminal (it is a computer), overall looking like it hasn't been lived in even if there's a single sign that it was once used before. It's a little framed photo on the small desk in the corner.
There is another door which leads to the personal bathroom (shower stall, no bathtub). ]
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How many times have I come to save your ass, huh?
[ All of those count as being on Vash's side, apparently. Wolfwood is mean. He squints into the room and honestly, it's fine. Cleaner, whiter than what he's used to. He glances down at the floor and pictures out how the mattress will be laid out, and it's really not all that bad. Cramped if they're in here all day, but he doubts that'll be the case. ]
Alright. You first or me?
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Even now when he pouts a little until they talk about getting clean. ]
Go ahead.
[ He gives him the go. Vash instead will be cleaning up the room a little, even though it's empty... I suppose it's more that he starts hanging stuff in the storage closet. ]
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[ He thought about snarking a little bit but he decides against it because he appreciates the little things and showers! They are major!! So his cross goes resting on the wall near the door and he's slipping off with a change of clothes for some sweet sweet cleanliness and a shave. I assign him not a major beard grower but it can be enough to where it gets annoying and scratchy. Does the colony have scented soaps.
He'll be out in like twenty with semi-wet hair, towel over his shoulders, pants on but cooling off a bit before he throws on a shirt. He's got a plain dark sweater in his hands, something more presentable and hopefully more fitting for the place. ]
All yours now.
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Wolfwood should keep flirting with him. Vash doesn't have a bunch of insecurities here that will run wild since there are no WEEKLY EFFECTS attacking his ass. When Wolfwood comes back out, he stands up from sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand nearby, likely he spent his time texting friends? Maybe? Looking at photos, too.
A set of new clothes hangs off the crook of his elbow, but he reaches up to take the tower with both hands and gently tousle Wolfwood's wet hair a little. Something about... All of this, Vash finds it endearing. ]
Enjoyed your shower?
[ There are no wonky temperature problems with the water here. Can he come close enough where he can maybe smell what kind of shampoo Wolfwood used. ]
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He's tousled. He makes some kind of unamused grunt at towel in his face, but it's the kind where you can tell it's just pure noise. ]
Yeah, water's hot. Better take it before somebody else beats you to it.
[ He doesn't know how the ship's water system works but gods know there is sometimes a race for hot water in the motels!! Lukewarm when you want it cold, lukewarm when you want it hot. Just great.
Decrees his shampoo to be the scent of the body wash I like rn which is supposedly Oatmeal & Kale. It sounds weird on paper but it really smells good. ]
Can I smoke in here?
[ Wow, checking for once. ]
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[ i kind of like how oatmeal smells and tastes so i imagine this smells good anyway
Vash cups Wolfwood's cheeks under the towel, giving his shave a little polish even though he can't feel it with fabric in between. For a moment, he admires him... And he would have admired him a second too long if Wolfwood didn't speak up again. One last towel rustle before he walks over to the room's control panel. ]
Yeah, go ahead.
[ He pushes a button and the vents gently flare open for air circulation. Smoke away!!! Nice that there's not much in the room for smoke to sink into because he would maybe complain about that. There's just a framed photo on the desk.
He's going to shower, too. ]
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Huh. Alright.
[ If Vash said no he'd either suck it up or go outside but it's fine, he'll stay here. Cool! Convenient. He isn't like, a pryer, especially of Vash's history and secrets when Wolfwood isn't exactly generous with sharing his, but it's probably hard to not accidentally glance and see the photo. What's on it.
When Vash returns he'll find Wolfwood just sitting on the floor by the bed, cigarette between his teeth and his eyes closed, fiddling around with a small piece of ratchet metal. He pushes the bar with his thumb, its clicking noise quiet but steady. He cracks an eye open just to glance at him. ]
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Vash is used to it and they've stayed in places with less air flow, but he's considerate enough for everyone else who might have to clean his room. Dust won't be the only thing that greets them. Congratulations, now smoke, too. He can imagine the small complaints... Anyway, it's an aged photo with Rem, Vash, and Knives. With burnt edges and tears along the film, it's barely kept together in one piece, but the frame keeps it in place.
After maybe fifteen minutes, he pops out clothed in some comfy shorts with his only arm towel drying his hair (the cybernetic arm is in the bathroom). After two steps forward, there's a halt when he catches Wolfwood's gaze. ]
You could have left and checked stuff out if you wanted.
[ Granted, he assumes Wolfwood has his own reasons for not leaving yet. The room is small already, so Vash doesn't sit shoulder to shoulder when he walks over. Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
did wolfwood ever wear his sweater or is he still here shirtless ]
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He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
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Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ He heard the little metal clicking earlier. ]
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[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
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[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ But Wolfwood doesn't carry a bag. ]
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[ He is absolutely bullshitting. ]
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[ It's still funny to him, though. ]
I'm guessing a lunch box and a tool box's worth.
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[ Gestures vaguely to it. ]
Middle compartment can hold a lotta extra handguns, but if I keep it empty, it serves as pretty good free space.
[ Not like, a whole lot, but it's also not like he exactly walks around with much. ]
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[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
It also fits your confessional box?
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[ Does that answer anything. ]
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[ Would Wolfwood mind if Vash fixes his hair a little with small, tiny touches. ]
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[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
So, what's the plan?
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