[ if Wolfwood weren't, to put it politely, well on his way to Hammertown, he might've actually given Dante the good squeeze, but as it is the man's neck is thick and Wolfwood is in a weird position and there's plenty of reasons why Dante's not passed out on the floor damn it

it's not hard to break his 'stranglehold' Wolfwood is holding on like the saddest crossbody purse in the world and his cat ears are folded like he's directing planes for landing, sputtering a little as he tries to lean away from Dante as the devil and the asshole rhododendron next to him make Wolfwood the victim of the nice words game

he does not know what to do when he is the victim of the nice words game; it hits him like a freight steamer and without his sunglasses it's just there, on his face, younger than he looks and definitely not used to kindness from most anywhere in his recent days. he turns it into his favorite emotion, the easiest one he knows: anger

but because he is very drunk he just sort of sounds like a whiny kitten when he tries to get the brass in his voice. ]

Both of you shut it! I don't--that theory about me is dumb, Blondie, and this was better when you were making him red as his coat!

[ he jabs a finger at Dante accusingly, giving his hips a little wiggle as he tries to break the absolute bearpaw of a hold Dante's got on him. ]

I've never been happy in my life, don't lie to people. Let me go, I'm going into the fire.

[ release him he belongs to the cinders and the flames ]