[ look, Look, l o o k there are some people in Noman's Land who do not have a sensible amount of teeth and it really hurts their fun body count, so they tend to add to their literal body count. he lays his head on Dante's shoulder again as Vash waxes poetic, eyes lidded as the gunman gushes with praise for the half-demon. ]

Well yeah. Just... look at him. You two are tryna do the same thing, and yet he manages to look rad while you look like a big goofball.

[ he gives a little mumble, eyes lidded as Dante is... far too nice, getting in his feelings while Vash gets all flirty and fun, eyes closing as he sort of hides in the crook of the Dante's neck. ] Don't be my friends. It doesn't go well.

[ the Punisher likes to kill friends best of all.

fuck you, Zazie. fucking worm. fucking collection of worms. three thousand worms in a trenchcoat. ]

Sometimes all you need is a nice face, and a minimum of bumps. You can get away with like, one, two bumps if your face is nice enough, though. It's not fair.

[ and now he's off to the next thought, still pillowed on Dante. ]