( The sight of the bruise is enough to have Vash throwing caution to the wind, ignoring all of the danger in favour of crossing the space and sinking right there on the floor, hand reaching out to pull back the shirt collar. The bruise is dark, a little ugly looking, and it was absolutely not there the last time they saw each other. That ill feeling rises in him, the same strange off-putting anxiety that has been resting behind his ribs since they got here, amplified.
Wide, panicked eyes lift to Wolfwood's own frantic ones. )
What happened? Did you get in a fight? Did someone do this to you?
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( The sight of the bruise is enough to have Vash throwing caution to the wind, ignoring all of the danger in favour of crossing the space and sinking right there on the floor, hand reaching out to pull back the shirt collar. The bruise is dark, a little ugly looking, and it was absolutely not there the last time they saw each other. That ill feeling rises in him, the same strange off-putting anxiety that has been resting behind his ribs since they got here, amplified.
Wide, panicked eyes lift to Wolfwood's own frantic ones. )
What happened? Did you get in a fight? Did someone do this to you?