[ it's a quaint yet busy affair. wolfwood is unfamiliar with weddings and ceremonies that don't involve putting people in the ground, but he can put two and two together. the people here seem eager enough to trust him already, so he doesn't feel the need to ham up his undertaker role just yet; it means little here in this strange new world with their strange new gods. better to put his focus and efforts in the manual labor that come with town-wide affairs instead.
never had he ever been remotely glad for the eye's enhancements. it's unsettlingly easy to apply them in this way—normal things like chopping wood and stacking them, delivering supplies to and from the main settlement to the clearing as the wedding slowly comes together. it's easy to turn off his mind to it, to ignore (at least for now) the strangeness of everything and what it means now that he's here, to sink into an easier rhythm of this kind of work.
perhaps that's what has him spotting vash in the midst of it all, the one familiar thing that he latches on to. funny, how that works. vash isn't wearing his trademark coat, but wolfwood has followed him long enough to recognize him in spite of it. he plops down next to him with his own mug, tapping the side of it against vash's before taking a swig. ]
Lemme guess, [ he drawls, tone flat as it usually is. as if they're merely just lounging after a long day and didn't get kidnapped to another place entirely. ] They caught you running around the whole day and threatened you to sit down.
[ aka: you're a sight for sore eyes vash but don't make him say it... ]
wedding crashers au
never had he ever been remotely glad for the eye's enhancements. it's unsettlingly easy to apply them in this way—normal things like chopping wood and stacking them, delivering supplies to and from the main settlement to the clearing as the wedding slowly comes together. it's easy to turn off his mind to it, to ignore (at least for now) the strangeness of everything and what it means now that he's here, to sink into an easier rhythm of this kind of work.
perhaps that's what has him spotting vash in the midst of it all, the one familiar thing that he latches on to. funny, how that works. vash isn't wearing his trademark coat, but wolfwood has followed him long enough to recognize him in spite of it. he plops down next to him with his own mug, tapping the side of it against vash's before taking a swig. ]
Lemme guess, [ he drawls, tone flat as it usually is. as if they're merely just lounging after a long day and didn't get kidnapped to another place entirely. ] They caught you running around the whole day and threatened you to sit down.
[ aka: you're a sight for sore eyes vash but don't make him say it... ]