He snorted through the hungover haze, a look crossing his face that spoke volumes about how absurd it was, to think that he would do anything other than look after Vash all this time. As if he hadn't been sent to protect him as a job, and only realized much later that it had become more than a job, had become his entire purpose in life aside from protecting the orphanage. But it was, to be sure, an argument they'd had many, many times before.
"'S just what I do, Blondie." As if it wasn't a paradigm shift about his entire worldview. As if Vash hadn't stepped in and suddenly, Wolfwood had understood the need to give worship and praise to a higher being. There was just more than one "higher being" he would give it to, now, though he suspected the very thought would have made their skin crawl. But then that was the difference between them and their slimy, fucked up brother, wasn't it?
He nodded gently, sighing again before finishing the bottle and putting it on the nightstand, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one before he moved to grab his shoes and began tugging them on.
"We go do that, make sure Nico's not there...then we go lookin' for Needle-Noggin. Sounds easy, right? No big deal. I built my life around lookin' for his ass. This is just a day that ends in Y for me." Shoes tied, he leaned back, pulling his sunglasses out of his pocket and hiding his eyes from the light behind them before crossing his arms and blowing a couple of smoke rings out into the air thoughtfully.
"Look. If we weren't already here, I'd say let's go. But we don't even know where he is, right now. Could be in Octovern already, could be halfway across the planet at Home, could be stranded out in the middle of the fuckin' Sand Ocean. So we stick to the plan. Check the orphanage, head to Octovern. Then...if he's not there...we go lookin' for Nico somewhere else. Vash can take care of himself. I'll find 'im again."
Not that Nico couldn't take care of himself, too. Wolfwood knew that very well. But he still felt it was his responsibility to make sure he was safe and sound. To find him and make sure he hadn't been killed in whatever it was that had caused these weird rifts in reality.
He hefted himself to his feet, stretching his back out and groaned at the series of cracks that rolled up his spine, and turned to hold his hand out to Vash.
"Come on. Let's...get this over with. The sooner we go, the sooner we can...be done with it."
And the sooner he could stop feeling like he was about to dissociate himself into another realm of existence. Because God damn, was this going to be one Hell of a mind-fuck.
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"'S just what I do, Blondie." As if it wasn't a paradigm shift about his entire worldview. As if Vash hadn't stepped in and suddenly, Wolfwood had understood the need to give worship and praise to a higher being. There was just more than one "higher being" he would give it to, now, though he suspected the very thought would have made their skin crawl. But then that was the difference between them and their slimy, fucked up brother, wasn't it?
He nodded gently, sighing again before finishing the bottle and putting it on the nightstand, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lighting one before he moved to grab his shoes and began tugging them on.
"We go do that, make sure Nico's not there...then we go lookin' for Needle-Noggin. Sounds easy, right? No big deal. I built my life around lookin' for his ass. This is just a day that ends in Y for me." Shoes tied, he leaned back, pulling his sunglasses out of his pocket and hiding his eyes from the light behind them before crossing his arms and blowing a couple of smoke rings out into the air thoughtfully.
"Look. If we weren't already here, I'd say let's go. But we don't even know where he is, right now. Could be in Octovern already, could be halfway across the planet at Home, could be stranded out in the middle of the fuckin' Sand Ocean. So we stick to the plan. Check the orphanage, head to Octovern. Then...if he's not there...we go lookin' for Nico somewhere else. Vash can take care of himself. I'll find 'im again."
Not that Nico couldn't take care of himself, too. Wolfwood knew that very well. But he still felt it was his responsibility to make sure he was safe and sound. To find him and make sure he hadn't been killed in whatever it was that had caused these weird rifts in reality.
He hefted himself to his feet, stretching his back out and groaned at the series of cracks that rolled up his spine, and turned to hold his hand out to Vash.
"Come on. Let's...get this over with. The sooner we go, the sooner we can...be done with it."
And the sooner he could stop feeling like he was about to dissociate himself into another realm of existence. Because God damn, was this going to be one Hell of a mind-fuck.