[ Vash is so drunk that he can barely see straight, and Wolfwood is lucky he doesn't decide to throw him over his shoulder - or he'd empty some of that horrible drink in his stomach right down the back of his uniform.
That voice is pretty far away, but he feels pretty comfortable now. Definitely better than the table, and even if the moving is awful to his nausea, the table was kind of moving as well. ]
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That voice is pretty far away, but he feels pretty comfortable now. Definitely better than the table, and even if the moving is awful to his nausea, the table was kind of moving as well. ]
Kni... Kni was... he killed everyone.
[ He mumbles against a pec. ]
A million knives...