[ proud of them. real proud of the two of them here. especially as i have the extremely belated realization that i could have written wolfwood being ""sexy"" with how he was drenched but absolutely went the opposite direction of pathetic wet cat without a second thought.
but referring to wolfwood as an angry wet cat is the only appropriate evaluation here as he growls at void archives in response to them laughing at him. if looks could kill, wolfwood would have chewed off one of their arms by now. he also has a fleeting thought of shoving them back into the river—only with something heavy attached to them so that they'll have a bit harder time swimming back to the surface. the only thing that stops him is the lack of the means of accomplishing that.
this is absolutely what tails meant when he told them to get along, right? right. ]
If ya think that laughin' yerself to the grave will save ya then think again. [ wolfwood shakes his head free of some water not caring who he hits. ] I'll drag yer sorry ass back from the dead before puttin' you back into the ground myself. I'm not gonna give ya that satisfaction.
There'll be much less flailin', too. [ wolfwood peels his blazer from his person and throw it onto the ground with a wet slap. if anyone bothered to question how much care wolfwood put into his clothing, well, here you go. he'll still be grumbling as he wrings the water from his shirt. ] Ya can count on it.
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but referring to wolfwood as an angry wet cat is the only appropriate evaluation here as he growls at void archives in response to them laughing at him. if looks could kill, wolfwood would have chewed off one of their arms by now. he also has a fleeting thought of shoving them back into the river—only with something heavy attached to them so that they'll have a bit harder time swimming back to the surface. the only thing that stops him is the lack of the means of accomplishing that.
this is absolutely what tails meant when he told them to get along, right? right. ]
If ya think that laughin' yerself to the grave will save ya then think again. [ wolfwood shakes his head free of some water not caring who he hits. ] I'll drag yer sorry ass back from the dead before puttin' you back into the ground myself. I'm not gonna give ya that satisfaction.
There'll be much less flailin', too. [ wolfwood peels his blazer from his person and throw it onto the ground with a wet slap. if anyone bothered to question how much care wolfwood put into his clothing, well, here you go. he'll still be grumbling as he wrings the water from his shirt. ] Ya can count on it.