[He's going to die. He's going to pass out and perish right here and now. Between his words and the thumb stroking over his skin, Vash is practically helpless. He shudders hard enough to stumble, barely catching himself on Wolfwood himself.]
Gimme the soap. [His voice is low. Distracted.] Let me finish - [A sigh.] Clean your legs before you start sweeping me off my feet, okay?
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Gimme the soap. [His voice is low. Distracted.] Let me finish - [A sigh.] Clean your legs before you start sweeping me off my feet, okay?