3rd Confession [Action]
[When Vash had finally conked back out (him and his stupid Malnosso kidnapping problems...), Wolfwood took at as a chance to sneak away to the bar-this 'Seventh Heaven' place, as Meryl had worked at the other place and he wasn't too sure he wanted to think quietly there.
Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.
Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.
He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?
And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...
He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]
I must be losing my edge.
[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]
Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?
Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.
Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.
He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?
And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...
He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]
I must be losing my edge.
[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]
Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?