[Sorry Vash he doesn’t even look when you hit the floor. He heard it, but he’s already got his face covered, trying to come back down to reality. One good thing is that upon waking up, he can immediately tell he’s not tripping like he was before. He doesn’t feel GREAT, but he isn’t having visual or auditory hallucinations, and the world isn’t spinning. Mostly.
But when he feels Vash touch his arm, he flinches. He pulls his arm away just slightly, glaring up at the blonde past his wrist. His eyes are bloodshot, eyelashes damp and eyes glittering with shame.
Shame?
It doesn’t help that looking at Vash right now leaves him once more with a sinking feeling of dread. There’s a flash, just briefly, where the Vash looking down at him flickers between one with his head blown to pieces.
Wolfwood looks away quickly, breathing in sharp through gritted teeth.]
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But when he feels Vash touch his arm, he flinches. He pulls his arm away just slightly, glaring up at the blonde past his wrist. His eyes are bloodshot, eyelashes damp and eyes glittering with shame.
Shame?
It doesn’t help that looking at Vash right now leaves him once more with a sinking feeling of dread. There’s a flash, just briefly, where the Vash looking down at him flickers between one with his head blown to pieces.
Wolfwood looks away quickly, breathing in sharp through gritted teeth.]
What.