[And see through him he does. It isn't like Wolfwood to skirt around an issue - he'd rather hash things out than keep ignoring them, letting words left unsaid stew and fester for days on end - but in this instance, when he's got to turn that sharp, assessing gaze back on himself, when the prospect of laying out every shitty thing he's done is quickly approaching on the horizon, he's grateful for the empty smiles, the good natured ribbing, the bullshit of everything being fine. You just look better when you smile.
What a goddamn joke.]
Yeah, yeah. I don't see you sporting your walking target red, either.
[He grumbles with very little bite behind the words, thumbing the dark purple fabric of his own uniform for a moment. What he wouldn't do for a pair of shades right now, anything to keep him from having to look Vash in the eyes.
There's that hesitation again, like if he could formulate an escape plan or distraction in this instant he would. Unfortunately, there's no convenient sandworms to point out on a long drive, no timely intervention from above to spare him the trouble. He takes a long drag from the cigarette, a stalling tactic if there ever was one and exhales deeply.]
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What a goddamn joke.]
Yeah, yeah. I don't see you sporting your walking target red, either.
[He grumbles with very little bite behind the words, thumbing the dark purple fabric of his own uniform for a moment. What he wouldn't do for a pair of shades right now, anything to keep him from having to look Vash in the eyes.
There's that hesitation again, like if he could formulate an escape plan or distraction in this instant he would. Unfortunately, there's no convenient sandworms to point out on a long drive, no timely intervention from above to spare him the trouble. He takes a long drag from the cigarette, a stalling tactic if there ever was one and exhales deeply.]
Yeah? Well, if you're buying...
[Lead the way, and he'll follow.]