[ you both are rat bastards and if he could chemical-purge the hangover he's gonna have in the morning, he would dump a bucket of cold ass river water with shoebill shit in it on you two in the bed.
but alas. Wolfwood will still be feeling it in the morning, and right now he's way too toasted to get deeply offended by how he is being ganged up on. he pokes Dante's chest again and then reaches up to grab his stupid, nice face. ]
Look, look. Jus' because I don't have any friends an' was too busy punishin' people to go any farther than that or whatever doesn't mean I don't have eyes. Look at your face--Vash, look at his face--it's all. Symmetrical. You've got most of your teeth, no weird lumps, at least one eye--you're doing great in the face department. I'm fucked up, not blind.
Lucky asshole. Stupid nice face.
[ and then he headbutts Dante again, right in the chin, eyes not quite focusing on anything in particular as he slumps on the bigger man, holding onto his shirt with both hands like he'd be taken to the fire if he weren't anchoring himself down. his cat ears sure are doing some kind of semaphore, maybe tapping in to some primeval cat SOS because he's deep in it and not comin' out anytime soon, chief. ]
Spikey's wanted poster gives him sharp teeth an' makes him look real stupid, even though he keeps tryna tell people about how nice his face is. It's pretty funny.
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but alas. Wolfwood will still be feeling it in the morning, and right now he's way too toasted to get deeply offended by how he is being ganged up on. he pokes Dante's chest again and then reaches up to grab his stupid, nice face. ]
Look, look. Jus' because I don't have any friends an' was too busy punishin' people to go any farther than that or whatever doesn't mean I don't have eyes. Look at your face--Vash, look at his face--it's all. Symmetrical. You've got most of your teeth, no weird lumps, at least one eye--you're doing great in the face department. I'm fucked up, not blind.
Lucky asshole. Stupid nice face.
[ and then he headbutts Dante again, right in the chin, eyes not quite focusing on anything in particular as he slumps on the bigger man, holding onto his shirt with both hands like he'd be taken to the fire if he weren't anchoring himself down. his cat ears sure are doing some kind of semaphore, maybe tapping in to some primeval cat SOS because he's deep in it and not comin' out anytime soon, chief. ]
Spikey's wanted poster gives him sharp teeth an' makes him look real stupid, even though he keeps tryna tell people about how nice his face is. It's pretty funny.