[ Vash goes down as planned, but then he just keeps falling, hitting the ground harder than Wolfwood expected he would and letting the bowl slip from his grasp. That, before the coughing even kicks in, is what tells Wolfwood there's something very wrong here. Whoever can knock the other down just depends on the day and the mood and a thousand other little things – Vash has always been supernaturally fast and strong, but Wolfwood can read him like a book, and that's made them pretty close to equals in hand to hand.
But even if Vash decided to take the fall, he shouldn't have dropped that bowl.Wolfwood's already easing off his hold once that coughing fit starts, and by the tie Vash swats him with the ladle, he's sitting on his heels at Vash's side, confusion and worry written all over his face.
He didn't know Vash could get sick. ]
What... [ It takes him a second to wind back up to arguing, trying to conceal his worry with rude confrontation. ] You're the idiot! What were you thinking, making food for everyone when you're sick?!
[ Is this just sickness? A cold, from getting too cold? We don't have our powers anymore Vash had said, and he looks so weary, and weak. He's never been weak before. Wolfwood's gaze flits up again to that dark dark hair now hanging in Vash's eyes, and he has to tear himself away, springing to his feet with nervous energy. There's got to be a broom in here, and he'll find it, to clear away that broken bowl.
He was just playing around, and he nearly hurt his friend. His hands are shaking again, and he clenches them tight into fists to make the motion stop. ]
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But even if Vash decided to take the fall, he shouldn't have dropped that bowl.Wolfwood's already easing off his hold once that coughing fit starts, and by the tie Vash swats him with the ladle, he's sitting on his heels at Vash's side, confusion and worry written all over his face.
He didn't know Vash could get sick. ]
What... [ It takes him a second to wind back up to arguing, trying to conceal his worry with rude confrontation. ] You're the idiot! What were you thinking, making food for everyone when you're sick?!
[ Is this just sickness? A cold, from getting too cold? We don't have our powers anymore Vash had said, and he looks so weary, and weak. He's never been weak before. Wolfwood's gaze flits up again to that dark dark hair now hanging in Vash's eyes, and he has to tear himself away, springing to his feet with nervous energy. There's got to be a broom in here, and he'll find it, to clear away that broken bowl.
He was just playing around, and he nearly hurt his friend. His hands are shaking again, and he clenches them tight into fists to make the motion stop. ]
You should've said something, dummy!