[What Vash doesn't know is that Wolfwood is watching him. Watching like a hawk, which is harder to see past his shades. That's exactly how he prefers it. But it means that he can sit there and safely gauge Vash's reaction without being noticed, maybe. It's hard, because he can't quite tell if his expression changes much since he already looks doe-eyed near constantly. That said, the way Vash suddenly jumps up and yawns is...telling. To say the least.
He works his jaw in silence, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Peanut butter.
Vash stands, and then Wolfwood swings to his feet, too. There's no more cigarette left, having been smoked all the way down to the end, but he doesn't take it from his mouth. He just keeps it there as he shoves his hands into his pockets. eyeing Vash as he turns and heads for the bed. He's been sitting up in here for a while now, and his back is really starting to hurt.]
Right. If I get back to my room and see you waltz past my window, I'll kick your ass.
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He works his jaw in silence, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Peanut butter.
Vash stands, and then Wolfwood swings to his feet, too. There's no more cigarette left, having been smoked all the way down to the end, but he doesn't take it from his mouth. He just keeps it there as he shoves his hands into his pockets. eyeing Vash as he turns and heads for the bed. He's been sitting up in here for a while now, and his back is really starting to hurt.]
Right. If I get back to my room and see you waltz past my window, I'll kick your ass.