Wolfwood grits his teeth hard behind closed lips. He doesn't realize the extent of what Vash assumes about his arrangement, of course. He's just been doing his job. That's all he's ever done. Nicholas the Punisher. The Undertaker. The one who will escort The Humanoid Typhoon to what would undoubtedly be a death march to the end.
He's just keeping him alive until then.]
Yeah...yeah. Don't get too ahead of yourself.
[I'm not like you. I'm not a good person. Stop treating me like one.
By this point, Wolfwood can't relent for much longer. He has to reach into his blazer pocket, pulling out one of those new cartons of cigarettes from the Shopkeeper, along with his lighter in his other hand.]
You gonna yell at me if I smoke in here?
[Wolfwood doesn't do it in the main Inn because he knows people would (and that's just kindof shitty to do), but this is Vash's room.
Why isn't he just walking outside when he could so easily do that? Who knows.]
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Some misplaced trust, that.
Wolfwood grits his teeth hard behind closed lips. He doesn't realize the extent of what Vash assumes about his arrangement, of course. He's just been doing his job. That's all he's ever done. Nicholas the Punisher. The Undertaker. The one who will escort The Humanoid Typhoon to what would undoubtedly be a death march to the end.
He's just keeping him alive until then.]
Yeah...yeah. Don't get too ahead of yourself.
[I'm not like you. I'm not a good person. Stop treating me like one.
By this point, Wolfwood can't relent for much longer. He has to reach into his blazer pocket, pulling out one of those new cartons of cigarettes from the Shopkeeper, along with his lighter in his other hand.]
You gonna yell at me if I smoke in here?
[Wolfwood doesn't do it in the main Inn because he knows people would (and that's just kindof shitty to do), but this is Vash's room.
Why isn't he just walking outside when he could so easily do that? Who knows.]