[ Between the two of them they've got a cotton swab, ten cents, a button, and no braincells. ]
No...? No wh—OOF
[ There's something to be said for a juvenile dragon's strength, especially when annoyed and trying to make a point. There's another thing to be said for just how HEAVY Wolfwood is, when his body weight is being shoved in Vash's direction unexpectedly. Vash's hands grapple at Wolfwood's arms in an attempt to steady him, but Vash's feet are what betray him. Instead of keeping himself vertical Vash finds himself tripping over his own idiot body and ... well down they go.
Vash's ass hits the ground first, and somewhere along the way his forehead connects with Wolfwood's with a dull conk. He manages to at least prevent himself from hitting the BACK side of his head, but his grip on Wolfwood's shirt only assures that he's been dragged down with him. ]
Ow ow ow.... [ He's still wincing as he mutters, cracking his eyes open after a moment to realize his glasses have been knocked clear off his face, the shades hanging barely on by the curve of them hooked over one ear -- and Wolfwood's face only inches from his own. Suddenly, he's finding it harder to catch his winded breath. ]
confused screaming
No...? No wh—OOF
[ There's something to be said for a juvenile dragon's strength, especially when annoyed and trying to make a point. There's another thing to be said for just how HEAVY Wolfwood is, when his body weight is being shoved in Vash's direction unexpectedly. Vash's hands grapple at Wolfwood's arms in an attempt to steady him, but Vash's feet are what betray him. Instead of keeping himself vertical Vash finds himself tripping over his own idiot body and ... well down they go.
Vash's ass hits the ground first, and somewhere along the way his forehead connects with Wolfwood's with a dull conk. He manages to at least prevent himself from hitting the BACK side of his head, but his grip on Wolfwood's shirt only assures that he's been dragged down with him. ]
Ow ow ow.... [ He's still wincing as he mutters, cracking his eyes open after a moment to realize his glasses have been knocked clear off his face, the shades hanging barely on by the curve of them hooked over one ear -- and Wolfwood's face only inches from his own. Suddenly, he's finding it harder to catch his winded breath. ]