[Those words made Wolfwood's blood run cold, but Vash was moving before he could stop him, and he rushed after, reaching out to grab his shoulder and pull him back only to have his fingers glance off the metal pauldron above his prosthetic.]
Needle-Noggin, wait, Jesus Fucking Chri-...!?
[The last thing he expected when he caught up with him, almost barreling into him as he stood in the doorway of the bar, was a small boy, obviously scared, obviously trying to hide it behind a tough demeanor, and boy didn't that seem familiar.
That was not Millions Knives. Not the crazed fucking madman he'd seen, forcing Vash to unleash unholy terror on the planet, delighting in the bloodbath and the trauma he was inflicting on the world.]
Who are you? [He immediately felt like a shit heel. The kid was obviously scared. Good job, asshole, you're going to make it worse! He did his best to settle, to look less threatening from where he stood behind Vash. Let the kid focus on him, instead, kids loved the guy.
But the more he stared, the more the little details began to come into focus, and he felt a moment of slow horror dawning on him as they fell into place. The eyes, the color of the hair, the birthmark. They were a close enough match to the monster back home, and he could imagine with very little effort how that face would change as the boy aged into a perfect mirror of the man standing next to him.]
...What the fuck, Spikey, aren't you two twins? I thought he was supposed to be the older brother...! [He kept his voice a ragged whisper, as low as he possibly could with the shock in his tone.]
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Needle-Noggin, wait, Jesus Fucking Chri-...!?
[The last thing he expected when he caught up with him, almost barreling into him as he stood in the doorway of the bar, was a small boy, obviously scared, obviously trying to hide it behind a tough demeanor, and boy didn't that seem familiar.
That was not Millions Knives. Not the crazed fucking madman he'd seen, forcing Vash to unleash unholy terror on the planet, delighting in the bloodbath and the trauma he was inflicting on the world.]
Who are you? [He immediately felt like a shit heel. The kid was obviously scared. Good job, asshole, you're going to make it worse! He did his best to settle, to look less threatening from where he stood behind Vash. Let the kid focus on him, instead, kids loved the guy.
But the more he stared, the more the little details began to come into focus, and he felt a moment of slow horror dawning on him as they fell into place. The eyes, the color of the hair, the birthmark. They were a close enough match to the monster back home, and he could imagine with very little effort how that face would change as the boy aged into a perfect mirror of the man standing next to him.]
...What the fuck, Spikey, aren't you two twins? I thought he was supposed to be the older brother...! [He kept his voice a ragged whisper, as low as he possibly could with the shock in his tone.]