[ ...welp, the box it is. when wolfwood goes over to the box, meryl comes along beside him, sparing a pointed, but quiet comment: "you know why he's so upset, right?" ]
Yeah, because of a fuckin' stupid toy some stupid person gave t--
[ "so glad you said that. you gave that to him, you idiot undertaker. a few months ago at the fair." meryl tells him exasperatedly, and when it sinks in, it's almost like a weight on his shoulders, a guilt that seats itself deep, deep, especially when he recognises it now, the small, grey rabbit plushie sitting in the box. it looks loved, a little lumpy in places where it'd been held or stuffed in one place too long. meryl punches the arm vash punched, annoyed.
"how are you so stupid? how did you even forget that?"
at this point, wolfwood doesn't even retaliate as he takes in the bunny plushie in his hand, god, he really deserves that one. ahhh, fuck. ]
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Yeah, because of a fuckin' stupid toy some stupid person gave t--
[ "so glad you said that. you gave that to him, you idiot undertaker. a few months ago at the fair." meryl tells him exasperatedly, and when it sinks in, it's almost like a weight on his shoulders, a guilt that seats itself deep, deep, especially when he recognises it now, the small, grey rabbit plushie sitting in the box. it looks loved, a little lumpy in places where it'd been held or stuffed in one place too long. meryl punches the arm vash punched, annoyed.
"how are you so stupid? how did you even forget that?"
at this point, wolfwood doesn't even retaliate as he takes in the bunny plushie in his hand, god, he really deserves that one. ahhh, fuck. ]