[ it's not necessarily for lack of enthusiasm ... but vash doesn't bother to correct him, instead looking over the other closely - perhaps too close for wolfwood's comfort perhaps - eyes bright behind the tinted glasses before he tips his chin down, letting his own distorted face reflect back onto wolfwood on the mirrored surface of the lenses. like this, his expression would be hard to read; for all that he comes across as like an open book, once that cover snaps shut and fastened with an ever present smile? it's just another face in the crowd, one vash overlapping with another as the shadows ripple in the mirrors around them.
yeah, they need to get out of here. ]
... We'll just have to figure that out, right?
[ even though the tone is practiced - cheery, lilting, with a slight quizzical quirk to the eyebrows - there's a definitive line of tension to the set of his shoulders as vash reaches out a hand, beckoning wolfwood forward beside him as he picks a direction, swivelling on one foot. ]
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yeah, they need to get out of here. ]
... We'll just have to figure that out, right?
[ even though the tone is practiced - cheery, lilting, with a slight quizzical quirk to the eyebrows - there's a definitive line of tension to the set of his shoulders as vash reaches out a hand, beckoning wolfwood forward beside him as he picks a direction, swivelling on one foot. ]