[ and of course, the bird is all too happy to let vash pet it, leaning into his hand as he strokes along its neck.
this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?
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Date: 2023-05-12 06:41 pm (UTC)this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?