[ They aren't fertilized, and they're going to throw them away. Wolfwood nods, somewhat relieved to hear it. Vash isn't having kids right now, and that's for the best. If they were live in there, he's not sure what he would have done, but chances are it would have been another scar on his soul. ...Not that Vash would have let him do anything truly awful, but they would have had to have been left somewhere, and Vash's feet put back on the road. He can't imagine how that would fuck up somebody as soft-hearted as the Stampede here.
So it's in a haze of relief that he shrugs off Vash's next comment, ignoring it as studiously as he's ignoring those little gasps and groans. ]
Spikey, I stopped thinking about any of this minutes ago.
[ His gaze is fixed on a point in the wall well past the top of Vash's head, but even like this he can see too much. It's easier to just keep his back to the man, so he doesn't give in to the temptation to look. ]
Just tell me what you need so we can get this over with.
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Date: 2024-11-07 05:52 pm (UTC)So it's in a haze of relief that he shrugs off Vash's next comment, ignoring it as studiously as he's ignoring those little gasps and groans. ]
Spikey, I stopped thinking about any of this minutes ago.
[ His gaze is fixed on a point in the wall well past the top of Vash's head, but even like this he can see too much. It's easier to just keep his back to the man, so he doesn't give in to the temptation to look. ]
Just tell me what you need so we can get this over with.