[What Wolfwood says is about as far from expected. He reels back (away from that sharply jabbing finger), eyes blown wide and brows practically scraping his hairline. His lips part with a pithy comment back, only to press into a thin line just as quick. His throat bobs as he swallows down his gut reaction, breath shaking with the effort.]
Since when - [Vash cracks half of a smile.] - were you such a romantic, Nick?
[He shouldn't be surprised. There's so much they don't know about each other, things they weren't allowed to learn when they were just going fight to fight. Even here, they haven't been afforded the luxury of getting to know each other. Not until now.]
What other fancy things do you have to say, huh?
[Is he trying to distract himself from those words? From the conversation at hand? It's quite possible. But he also can't help but marvel, too. Nicholas D Wolfwood is on another level.]
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Since when - [Vash cracks half of a smile.] - were you such a romantic, Nick?
[He shouldn't be surprised. There's so much they don't know about each other, things they weren't allowed to learn when they were just going fight to fight. Even here, they haven't been afforded the luxury of getting to know each other. Not until now.]
What other fancy things do you have to say, huh?
[Is he trying to distract himself from those words? From the conversation at hand? It's quite possible. But he also can't help but marvel, too. Nicholas D Wolfwood is on another level.]