[- Wolfwood rolls his eyes at the drawn-out noise Vash makes, but he's too comfortable to jostle them and reach over and tousle Vash's hair like he would any other time, just to annoy him.
Besides, Vash is curling into him and that's— Wolfwood can't even describe what that makes him feel. His cheeks burn, and Wolfwood is thankful it's dark and that Vash (hopefully) can't see his face from his angle. ]
Gotta have a singer to go along with this music of yours, and it ain't gonna be me. [ Wolfwood sang to the kids in the orphanage a thousand pleasant memories ago and hasn't attempted it since then. He'd probably sound as good as one of the thomas's squawking. ]
How's it embarrassing? [ Oh it would be terribly embarrassing to Wolfwood too but he's not the one singing here. ] I've already seen you get fumble down a flight of stairs and your bedhead hair, can't be worse than that.
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Besides, Vash is curling into him and that's— Wolfwood can't even describe what that makes him feel. His cheeks burn, and Wolfwood is thankful it's dark and that Vash (hopefully) can't see his face from his angle. ]
Gotta have a singer to go along with this music of yours, and it ain't gonna be me. [ Wolfwood sang to the kids in the orphanage a thousand pleasant memories ago and hasn't attempted it since then. He'd probably sound as good as one of the thomas's squawking. ]
How's it embarrassing? [ Oh it would be terribly embarrassing to Wolfwood too but he's not the one singing here. ] I've already seen you get fumble down a flight of stairs and your bedhead hair, can't be worse than that.