[ Vash rolls his eyes, hard enough that his head rolls with the expression, his hands coming to rest curled over the edge of his bed as he leans forward. He peers over at Wolfwood from behind his damp hair ]
My attitude isn't shitty. I don't know what you're talking about.
[ He's being SO shitty. He knows he's being shitty and he might feel a little guilty about it except Wolfwood hasn't said anything to make him feel like he should apologize so!! Maybe they're both being shitty. Petty. Peshitty. ]
( wolfwood is frowning so hard at vash that his lips are cutting deep grooves into his face. he's not old enough to worry about wrinkles, but that day soon come. and vash is going to give them to him, all of them. )
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
( he stalks over closer to him that they're nearly touching; if wolfwood bent his knee even slightly he'd bump into vash. he doesn't, but he does snatch the towel off and toss it somewhere to the side, he doesn't really care where it lands. )
This is bullshit. Either talk about it or knock it off.
[ Unluckily for Wolfwood, Vash is pretty good at being petty when he really, really wants to. The subsequent toss of his towel is annoying, both because why, also because now he's cold. He looks up at Wolfwood and Wolfwood's sour, stark expression on his face and he shifts his own expression into something similar, also frowning. ]
I don't want to talk about it. You're really THAT bothered I'm sleeping in here?
[ He folds his arms across his chest, kicking out one of his bare feet to knock against Wolfwood's leg. It's not so much meant to HURT, as it is meant to indicate that hey, personal space. ]
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My attitude isn't shitty. I don't know what you're talking about.
[ He's being SO shitty. He knows he's being shitty and he might feel a little guilty about it except Wolfwood hasn't said anything to make him feel like he should apologize so!! Maybe they're both being shitty. Petty. Peshitty. ]
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You know exactly what I'm talking about.
( he stalks over closer to him that they're nearly touching; if wolfwood bent his knee even slightly he'd bump into vash. he doesn't, but he does snatch the towel off and toss it somewhere to the side, he doesn't really care where it lands. )
This is bullshit. Either talk about it or knock it off.
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I don't want to talk about it. You're really THAT bothered I'm sleeping in here?
[ He folds his arms across his chest, kicking out one of his bare feet to knock against Wolfwood's leg. It's not so much meant to HURT, as it is meant to indicate that hey, personal space. ]