[ Okay, there's definitely a conversation going on that he's not a part of. No way the asshole in the back seat is threatening humans in one breath and warning against hurting them in the next.
Wolfwood's pulse is screaming through his veins, every instinct demanding that he turn and fight. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel until it creaks, his attention darting between Blondie at his side and the bastard behind him. Any second now this is going to get ugly, and he needs to be ready when it explodes. If Thorns is smart he'll go for Vash first, and Wolfwood's got no intention of letting that happen. ]
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Wolfwood's pulse is screaming through his veins, every instinct demanding that he turn and fight. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel until it creaks, his attention darting between Blondie at his side and the bastard behind him. Any second now this is going to get ugly, and he needs to be ready when it explodes. If Thorns is smart he'll go for Vash first, and Wolfwood's got no intention of letting that happen. ]
You don't get to make demands, asshole.