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"No," Wolfwood snapped, "I'm currently learning that pockets without paws are a pain in the a-- Aha!" Triumphantly he flicked a cigarette out of his pocket and pounced on it, using his paws to raise the filter end up and into the air. He bit down on it, relaxing. "There we go. I just had a bad craving. I'd rather not walk with the jitters. C'mon."

Wolfwood began walking again, pleased that he had a cigarette. Sure it was wrinkled and looked like he grabbed it from someone else, but what mattered was that it was his. At least it was unlit -- Wolfwood made a note to light it later, but holding it and breathing in its unlit scent was enough to calm him down and drive those memories away.

"So what else is at this HQ, aside from free stuff and other people?" He changed the topic, swishing his tails from side to side. "Any cute girls?"

Wolfwood rolled his eyes and wrinkled his muzzle at Vash. He couldn't stick his tongue out at him at the risk of losing a cigarette, so that would have to do. At least he managed to dodge that question, and cover his action. The thought of him being here was enough to make Wolfwood smoke several cartons of cigarettes while clutching his gun. But how would that happen, with his lack of thumbs?

He forced himself into the present, chuckling at Vash's expression. "Ah, well, you win some and you lose some. But... there's kids here?" He brightened up, ignoring the growing ache in his heart about the orphanage he left behind. "I wonder if they're anything like the kids back home," he mused, stopping short to gaze up at the HQ. He let out a low whistle, sitting back on his haunches and ducking his head to drop the cigarette back into this pocket. It wouldn't do good to see a no smoking sign, right?

"Music, huh? I wonder if it plays anything good..." He followed Vash, lengthening his stride to match him while looking around with wide eyes.

Wolfwood shot Vash an annoyed look, but continued moving on. He can always fish it out again later. He snorted, "Where in the blazes did you get an idea that I was into that kind of stuff? I'm a wandering priest. How many times have you seen me walk into God's house and listen to the music in His name, hm?" Granted, the last "music" he ever heard in a Church was his own raspy breathing and the soft pitter-patter of his --

Wolfwood shook his head, forcing those last moments away. He can dwell on the past later, but now he and Vash were in Unknown Territory. Who knew who or what awaited them?

He followed Vash as he scampered ahead at a slower pace, taking his time to get used to the area until -- what, what did he just call him? He stopped in shock, surprised that Vash knew that nickname that Milly had called him. Oh, Milly.,.. Where are you now? He wondered, shaking his head and continuing to where Vash was. He made it as far as the doorway before he stopped, staring at the treasure Vash uncovered, "This has got to be an illusion," he said, walking forward to examine the bottles. "Well I'll be. I'll take that one next to your paw, in the green bottle as long as it's not poison."

He was about to say something more when it struck him how odd Vash looked on his two legs. It didn't seem that long ago that he too was on two legs like that, but to see it in this form... He couldn't help but to chuckle.

"Don't ask stupid questions, it'll all for a good cause!" Wolfwood replied cheerfully, dipping one shoulder against the cabinets before beginning to extract himself out of his cross. "And if you wanna know... Well, y'know how weird you look on two legs, goofball?"

Out of his cross, Wolfwood stretched and slowly flexed his wings, breathing in a sigh of relief. How strange, he thought. He never noticed how heavy the cross was before, but now... Wolfwood figured he'd get used to it in time -- it was the same weight, but it was spread out differently on his body, on parts that weren't used to it.

Wolfwood groaned, stepping into his cross and heaving it up again. "Ugh, why don't you give me a warning next time? Now I have to pick this up again," he shifted the cross again, trying to get it comfortable before heading out and into the hallway in the intended direction. So this room had the booze... He made a note of it for next time, or later -- depending on which came first.

Wolfwood laughed, shaking his head and leaning the cross against a wall, slipping out of it again. He went to the table where Vash placed the donuts, settling himself in and watching in amusement.

When the music came on, Wolfwood flinched, jumping at the sound. "Whoa! I've forgotten how sharp these ears are," he lowered his head and used a paw to rub at one, grinning ruefully at Vash when he joined him.

He uncoked his bottle of choice, nodding in agreement and raising his paw in mimickry. "Cheers indeed! Pity there's no barkeep, we'll probably be making several trips from here to the pantry and back," he joked, grabbing his own bottle and taking his time with his drink. When he set his bottle down, he licked his chops. It was... different, but hey -- booze was booze, and it was better than nothing. "How'd you find out about this place?" He asked, taking another drink soon after.

"Ahh, I see," Wolfwood said after he lowered the bottle. That was something he should do -- go out, mingle, and adjust. After all, there had to be a reason he was here, right?

At Vash suggestion, Wolfwood laughed. "Me, a wanderer settling down? A church isn't my kind of thing." Then again, was he a wanderer by choice, or by duty? He helped an orphanage, to be sure, but he was -- no, used to be a member of a gun-slinging gang. What could he do with that kind of a background?

But... Settling down wouldn't hurt, if just to try it out. "I dunno, Vash. I'm not exactly a model holy man. I can't exactly go back to wandering considering how different this place is, y'know?"

The mention of the confessional gave him pause. There was that, of course... "What about it?" He asked playfully, "You've got something to confess? Want me to bring it out right now?"

Wolfwood laughed at Vash's expression, shaking his head. "They'd probably listen long enough to decide whether or not to lynch me. I'll have to think on it -- who knows? I might continue my gig as a wandering priest spreading His Word and doing Good Things."

He took another drink as Vash spoke, setting it down again to watch Vash. "Hm, you speak as if you already know them, Vash." Wolfwood said quietly, before grinning. "Why don't you set up your own church of Love and Peace? I'll distribute pamphlets!"

As Vash pulled away, Wolfwood grinned and set his small confessional on the table, next to his bottle. It was amazing how it seemed he pulled it out of thin air, when really he kept it unassembled in his pocket. He used to assemble and disassemble it quickly, and he was prideful of the fact that he was still able to do it as a... whatever he now was.

"You've mentioned money before," he said, tilting his head to one side. "Is there even money here? Considering my form, I don't think I could exactly carry any, so what could be charged for a confession? C'mon, it's on the house."

But when it came his turn... Wolfwood blanched, then quickly covered it up with a laugh. "Perhaps I'll have something to say. Maybe later, when I'm drunk. Right now, there's things to talk about. Why spoil the mood?" In saying, he tilted back his bottle and took a long drink, as if he could wash the taste of those words away.