[He should probably fix his shirt, but it doesn't cross his mind to fix the gap Vash has made.]
Nope. It's not exactly easy for people to land a punch and unlike you I don't walk into doors.
[He nods, attention back to the window below them. Maybe. But if the mark is a sign they're being messed with by the Lord of the forest, he doesn't see any apparent ones. He's not sure if it's more concerning that they might all actually believe in the god this much.]
No. Just that something is definitely out there. And a mark, apparently. Though, think it's obvious this thing can fuck with heads. That something?
( He is resolutely not looking, though his hands twitch a little like he's half tempted to reach out and tidy Wolfwood up himself. It's certainly not what he should be focused on, and that too has him feeling a little guilty. )
For now, I guess? Will you tell me if you start feeling weird again? If only so I can come help.
( There's a nervous energy in him now that the moment has passed, and he twists to pace the little room they're sharing, brows knitted together in thought. ) Okay, so we have to keep our wits about us, that's all. I think we're used to that anyway. And maybe I can ask the villagers some more about their god. I wasn't really paying attention before. Do you want me to go check the area now that you're feeling steadier?
( Not better because he knows Wolfwood enough to believe something truly did happen. He's trying to help him save face either way. )
[He reaches out and pats Vash on the shoulder once before stepping back from the window. And he finally situates his collar.]
I called for you once, didn't I?
[Which is his way of saying, yes. He's not exactly the kind to ask for help, or to seek it, but Vash has proven to him when it mattered the most that he was dependable. So he's always going to be the one he reaches out to if he needs it.
Acknowledging he needs it might be a different task though.]
Suppose we can go check.
[That was the point in being here, after all, wasn't it? Hunting down some damn creature. But people seem to have gotten a little lax around the town.]
( And that does something funny to him, he thinks. He really shouldn't be so pleased that Wolfwood thought to summon him, especially when something clearly terrible had been happening. But he likes that he was, that the trust between them was enough. It lights him up a little, a strange energy lifting his spirits again. )
Would that help? Because I can go alone if you want. Just to make sure there's nothing we're missing out there.
[He watches Vash for a moment, he seems a little lighter than he has been. And he's glad for it. He hates that he put him out. Hates that he had such a weak moment. But he hates even more how careful Vash is being with him now.]
Knock it off, Spikey. I can handle a walk in the woods. If it's out there again, maybe between the two of us it won't get away.
[But he does hate how there's a hesitation in his very bones about going back out there and after that thing, the fear from earlier still a vivid memory. But he's never been one to cower.]
( Vash only watches him for another long moment, expression complicated and searching. In the end though, he smiles, reaches out to clasp Wolfwood's shoulder once. )
Okay, sure. Hey, if anything we have a fun spooky story to tell the kids when we get back, right? Kids love that.
( Vash hadn't, as a child. He was more easily upset. But that's besides the point, he's sure at least the ones who vandalised the robot caretaker might. ) Make me really cool in it when you tell them, alright? ( As he's patting himself down, ready to go back outside. ) I want them to think I'm a badass.
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Nope. It's not exactly easy for people to land a punch and unlike you I don't walk into doors.
[He nods, attention back to the window below them. Maybe. But if the mark is a sign they're being messed with by the Lord of the forest, he doesn't see any apparent ones. He's not sure if it's more concerning that they might all actually believe in the god this much.]
No. Just that something is definitely out there. And a mark, apparently. Though, think it's obvious this thing can fuck with heads. That something?
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For now, I guess? Will you tell me if you start feeling weird again? If only so I can come help.
( There's a nervous energy in him now that the moment has passed, and he twists to pace the little room they're sharing, brows knitted together in thought. ) Okay, so we have to keep our wits about us, that's all. I think we're used to that anyway. And maybe I can ask the villagers some more about their god. I wasn't really paying attention before. Do you want me to go check the area now that you're feeling steadier?
( Not better because he knows Wolfwood enough to believe something truly did happen. He's trying to help him save face either way. )
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I called for you once, didn't I?
[Which is his way of saying, yes. He's not exactly the kind to ask for help, or to seek it, but Vash has proven to him when it mattered the most that he was dependable. So he's always going to be the one he reaches out to if he needs it.
Acknowledging he needs it might be a different task though.]
Suppose we can go check.
[That was the point in being here, after all, wasn't it? Hunting down some damn creature. But people seem to have gotten a little lax around the town.]
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( And that does something funny to him, he thinks. He really shouldn't be so pleased that Wolfwood thought to summon him, especially when something clearly terrible had been happening. But he likes that he was, that the trust between them was enough. It lights him up a little, a strange energy lifting his spirits again. )
Would that help? Because I can go alone if you want. Just to make sure there's nothing we're missing out there.
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Knock it off, Spikey. I can handle a walk in the woods. If it's out there again, maybe between the two of us it won't get away.
[But he does hate how there's a hesitation in his very bones about going back out there and after that thing, the fear from earlier still a vivid memory. But he's never been one to cower.]
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Okay, sure. Hey, if anything we have a fun spooky story to tell the kids when we get back, right? Kids love that.
( Vash hadn't, as a child. He was more easily upset. But that's besides the point, he's sure at least the ones who vandalised the robot caretaker might. ) Make me really cool in it when you tell them, alright? ( As he's patting himself down, ready to go back outside. ) I want them to think I'm a badass.