[ he laughs again, this time the sound is a little less hollow, a little less bitter. he buries his face in wolfwood's hair for a moment and breathes in, taking in the smell of blood and foul things, gunpowder and masonry and the always present underlining smell of nicotine he's come to associate with him. it's steadying, somehow, an anchor point in the whirlwind that is his mind. ]
I'd pay to see that, you acting like Vash would be funny to see.
[ because really, who else would be pretend to be. ]
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I'd pay to see that, you acting like Vash would be funny to see.
[ because really, who else would be pretend to be. ]