[ it doesn't hurt, it absolutely doesn't hurt, except it does and he has a black eye to show for it, and he's too proud to even touch a drop of the serum, stewing in the bruising pain just because he can. he glares right back at him, too proud to demand that apology.
as the ride wears into the next hour, however, he feels his anger fade into something else, something more cognizant of his jealousy. and possibly a bit of guilt, too. because he didn't mean to belittle vash's love for that something he wants so badly -- and if he wants it so badly back, then... well.
and so when the van stops, he's the first one out, stomping into the hotel, with meryl following after with a long-suffering sigh. the manager on duty spots them, and wolfwood goes up to her, ignoring the way her gaze lingers curiously on his black eye. ]
Hey. Has housekeeping picked up a plushie from our room this morning?
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as the ride wears into the next hour, however, he feels his anger fade into something else, something more cognizant of his jealousy. and possibly a bit of guilt, too. because he didn't mean to belittle vash's love for that something he wants so badly -- and if he wants it so badly back, then... well.
and so when the van stops, he's the first one out, stomping into the hotel, with meryl following after with a long-suffering sigh. the manager on duty spots them, and wolfwood goes up to her, ignoring the way her gaze lingers curiously on his black eye. ]
Hey. Has housekeeping picked up a plushie from our room this morning?