[ what the fuck -- that squawk flusters wolfwood, too, because maybe by some impossibility, maybe vash doesn't want a date? he doesn't? probably? but no, no, vash is smiling one of his prettier smiles, the one that makes wolfwood's heart race, and wolfwood hates and loves everything about this moment and how it makes him feel goddamn human in ways he doesn't deserve.
he's killed people who've wanted less.
um. so.
wolfwood's mouth is dry, his gaze fixed on that smile nonetheless. fuck. ]
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he's killed people who've wanted less.
um. so.
wolfwood's mouth is dry, his gaze fixed on that smile nonetheless. fuck. ]
Okay. Good. So... wanna go?