[ after tugging his glove off, he cuts into his index finger without further ceremony, dripping a few thick, viscous drops of sap-blood atop his Shard. ]
You owe me a drink for this.
[ that definitely sounded sulky,
the Communion spits a frazzled mix of emotions; quiet irritation; guilt; loneliness. hope; curiosity; apprehension. what happens next isn't important: they will end up closer to where they want to be, even if Vash still doesn't understand what's driven 'Melshi' in the opposite direction he's going. ]
no subject
You owe me a drink for this.
[ that definitely sounded sulky,
the Communion spits a frazzled mix of emotions; quiet irritation; guilt; loneliness. hope; curiosity; apprehension. what happens next isn't important: they will end up closer to where they want to be, even if Vash still doesn't understand what's driven 'Melshi' in the opposite direction he's going. ]