[ He's only getting pummelled so long as he insists on acting like Wolfwood's his dead friend. He's not dead, and they're not friends... but they're not enemies either. As soon as Vash raises a hand in surrender Wolfwood backs off, snarling under his breath. ]
Now can you hear me? I'm not him.
[ He is not going to die in fucking December, okay? ]
And that's the end of that conversation.
[ He finally takes a look at Stampede, and winces at what he sees. He hit that stupid bastard pretty hard, didn't he? Fuck.
Without another word, Wolfwood sticks his hands in his pockets and paces a couple steps away from Stampede, giving him some space to get his shit together. He really didn't expect those last couple blows to land as hard as they did, but the guy just won't stop talking like they're friends!
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Now can you hear me? I'm not him.
[ He is not going to die in fucking December, okay? ]
And that's the end of that conversation.
[ He finally takes a look at Stampede, and winces at what he sees. He hit that stupid bastard pretty hard, didn't he? Fuck.
Without another word, Wolfwood sticks his hands in his pockets and paces a couple steps away from Stampede, giving him some space to get his shit together. He really didn't expect those last couple blows to land as hard as they did, but the guy just won't stop talking like they're friends!
He can't afford any more friends. ]