Date: 2024-10-29 12:19 am (UTC)
louboutinjudas: (...and that's why worms are green.)
[ It’s not going to be pretty, huh? Wolfwood lets Vash reclaim the blanket, but only so that the juice doesn’t end up all over the bed. That stuff was expensive, and he doesn’t want to see it wasted! Wasting food is one of the only sins he believes in. ]

Here’s what’s going to happen.

[ Its an infection, isn’t it? He’s got a spot that’s been rubbed raw somewhere private, and he’s feeling embarrassed. Maybe this bit of public humiliation will teach the Stampede here that he needs to tend to his wounds in a timely and thorough manner. Otherwise, no amount of batting those pretty blue eyes is going to save him from Nurse Wolfwood’s tender mercies. ]

You’re gonna put that goddamn expensive juice down—[ And he raises a hand to pre-empt any comments that reveal might have spawned. ] --Without saying shit about how much it cost, or any bullshit about deserving or whatever. Just put it down, silently, and then?

[ God, he really is a babysitter, isn’t he? ]

And then we, that’s you and me both, we are gonna patch up whatever stupid thing you did to yourself. And then, we’ll talk about who gets the bed.

[ It’ll be Vash, but depending on how badly these next few minutes go, Wolfwood might claim all the pillows. ]

None of that was a request, by th’way.
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