Wolfwood rolls his eyes so hard he's surprised they don't fall out of his head. Sometimes he wants nothing more than to lock her in a lavatory for awhile when she doesn't just cut right to the chase. Maybe its remnants from the planet of dust and dirt lightyears back, or maybe he's just a dick. But probably both. He's always been working towards a deadline only he could hear.
"It might not hurt yours, but mine is another story. As a matter of fact I do have something--" When his gaze drifts in search of that familiar red coat, its nowhere to be seen. Of all the times for Vash to actually fuck off for once.
Heavy shoulders slump forward.
"Cut it the fuck out about that wife stuff. As if I don't get it enough. There's no ring, and no, those don't count."
He has to sigh. Of all the things to get himself into, it was this can of worms....the situation not-- well-- sometimes he wonders. He follows, because she's right, he has nothing else to do. And as he does, he can't help but feel the stares that burn into the back of his shirt, right into the skin.
Something is afoot and it isn't just Kara being Kara.
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27/7/15 01:25 (UTC)"It might not hurt yours, but mine is another story. As a matter of fact I do have something--" When his gaze drifts in search of that familiar red coat, its nowhere to be seen. Of all the times for Vash to actually fuck off for once.
Heavy shoulders slump forward.
"Cut it the fuck out about that wife stuff. As if I don't get it enough. There's no ring, and no, those don't count."
He has to sigh. Of all the things to get himself into, it was this can of worms....the situation not-- well-- sometimes he wonders. He follows, because she's right, he has nothing else to do. And as he does, he can't help but feel the stares that burn into the back of his shirt, right into the skin.
Something is afoot and it isn't just Kara being Kara.