[ Vash stands outside of the suite door, shifting his weight from left to right. It's been a few days, and in that time he's deleted an embarrassing number of half-complete text messages that never seem to come out right. Coming here is probably a mistake, and maybe Wolfwood will just kick him right back out... but Vash has to know, at least, if Wolfwood never wants to talk to him again.
He's sort of grateful that his stomach is empty, because the low-grade nausea couldn't possibly get worse, no matter how nervous he gets. He knocks. He chews the inside of his lip, and then: ] Wolfwood, are you there?
when you see your ex at the function and you're in shambles
He's sort of grateful that his stomach is empty, because the low-grade nausea couldn't possibly get worse, no matter how nervous he gets. He knocks. He chews the inside of his lip, and then: ] Wolfwood, are you there?