[Wolfwood finds a nice tree to lean the blond-headed man against, before slowly settling himself at his own, gun leaned on his shoulder. Time consming, huh? Well, as long as he didn't take the whole night. Wolfwood had his own little problem to attend to, once he got Vash tossed back into the house.]
Call me Wolfwood; I'm from this guy's world—a friend of his.
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Call me Wolfwood; I'm from this guy's world—a friend of his.
[he wonders...]
You know him?