[The door opens and Vash is greeted by the punisher, unwrapped and aimed his way. Wolfwood sitting on the floor. His back against the mattress, attention divided between the closed window and the door.
He stares for a moment, arm shaky, but eventually he turns the barrel away from Vash.
At his side is at least three crushed cigarette cartons and a shit ton of butts. That he’s been chain smoking is an understatement.
There’s a panicked look in his eyes in the dark room, made to look even madder by the cherry of his cigarette and the blue of his cross.]
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He stares for a moment, arm shaky, but eventually he turns the barrel away from Vash.
At his side is at least three crushed cigarette cartons and a shit ton of butts. That he’s been chain smoking is an understatement.
There’s a panicked look in his eyes in the dark room, made to look even madder by the cherry of his cigarette and the blue of his cross.]
Hurry. Close the door.