nomansundertaker | IC Contact [Folkmore]

[ It's almost disappointing Sharon lets it be, not because he wants to be pushed to talk about it but because it'd provide an excuse to snap and yell and shout and let loose the shit he's feeling on someone else. It's a bad instinct. It wouldn't help anything, and he'd feel guilty later.

He sits there in the empty treehouse and leans his head back. He shouldn't have opened that can of worms. Better to let it sit. ]

Oh, I'm great. [ Obvious sarcasm. ]

I mean, it could've been worse. I could've insisted we did this in person. [ And it would've been a very different conversation in person. It would've at least come with a hug, though. ]

[ Wolfwood groans. In person would be worse. Sharon wouldn't only hear how shit he feels but see it all over him. She'd watch him drink and maybe try to pull the bottle away from him. No, no, better they did it like this. ]

Small blessings. Far less likely if we lived in the same neighborhood.

Almost sounds like you guys should move closer. [ Sharon would 100% move everyone she cares about closer if she could. ]

No, no, we're not moving Vash away from his special plant friends here. I've been here over a year. It's plainly not happening.

[ As if Wolfwood would live in a treehouse for any other reason. He did not choose this housing for the setting. It beats Cruel Summer, sure, but that's not saying much. ]

We'll bring 'em! [ Sharon isn't being (totally) serious! ]

I may not know a lot about plants, but I'm fairly sure these aren't the kind that like having their roots ripped out and moved around like someone's toy worm. [ Wolfwood knows there might be magic that can do something about that, if nothing else. Still. ] Vash likes it here.

Fine, I won't ask you guys to move closer so I have an easier time dropping by. [ ...as if she has a hard time now. It's nothing at all to make the trek as a coyote and is, in fact, enjoyable. ]