There is a stretch of silence in which Vash's eyes widen, as he realizes what Wolfwood is about to do, and he stares a good couple seconds longer, before he can't resist starting to laugh. It's not one of his polite, sheepish laughs that he often uses to deescalate situations or for self-deprecation, either. It's a full-throated belly laugh. He just -- he can't help it. That defensive declaration, coupled with the grass in his mouth (the childhood image flashes back in his mind, of asking Rem if he could eat the geranium she'd showed them) along with the fact that none of this is more than an illusion in the first place, it's just all too funny.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just -- you --
[wheeze. maybe he shouldn't tell him, actually, if he doesn't realize. it'd be a little too mean.]
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There is a stretch of silence in which Vash's eyes widen, as he realizes what Wolfwood is about to do, and he stares a good couple seconds longer, before he can't resist starting to laugh. It's not one of his polite, sheepish laughs that he often uses to deescalate situations or for self-deprecation, either. It's a full-throated belly laugh. He just -- he can't help it. That defensive declaration, coupled with the grass in his mouth (the childhood image flashes back in his mind, of asking Rem if he could eat the geranium she'd showed them) along with the fact that none of this is more than an illusion in the first place, it's just all too funny.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just -- you --
[wheeze. maybe he shouldn't tell him, actually, if he doesn't realize. it'd be a little too mean.]
Maybe we should get some real food?