[ wolfwood is indeed half in and out of the tub, his legs hooked over the lip of it with his back on the floor, the shower curtain draped over his torso and thighs the only thing partially preserving his modesty. not that he's really concerned about that at the moment, because he recognizes that voice, even through the ringing in his ears and the throbbing at the back of his head. that surge of emotion in vash is mirrored in wolfwood, relief and confusion mixed with concern. the usual cocktail of feelings when it comes to vash, honestly. ]
Spikes?
[ he blinks back the sun spots in his vision, either from nearly cracking his head open or from the bright explosion over july that he'd seen mere moments ago, groaning a little as he attempts to pull himself upright. interestingly enough, he doesn't bother to pull vash off of him as he does so. ]
closes my eyes
Spikes?
[ he blinks back the sun spots in his vision, either from nearly cracking his head open or from the bright explosion over july that he'd seen mere moments ago, groaning a little as he attempts to pull himself upright. interestingly enough, he doesn't bother to pull vash off of him as he does so. ]
The hell're you doing here?