[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
:3
[ there's no happy, pleasant smile on vash's face, and his expression shifts from mopey to mulish, lips pressing into a firm line, brows furrowing. his arms, previously folded over his chest, drop to his lap, and he curls his fingers into fists.
he's frustrated and loud because of it, angry in a way he rarely is, and the way wolfwood's digging in doesn't help. the tension in the car is palpable. ]
Why does it matter to you if we have to go back?