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[There's a poof and here is Wolfwood, carrying a greasy brown bag that smells of fresh donuts close to his chest. He looks around quickly, and let's out his breath, shoulders sagging and a troubled expression crossing his face. He dons a tired smile and smooths the front of his decidedly bright apron, graced with a big yellow smiley face.]

Hey needle noggin! You 'round here? [digs out a cigarette but can't light it up yet] Where'd that spikey idiot run off too? I got his dammed donuts, as promised.

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[is very amused by this] Who says you don't have a future? Coming back from the dead is the best second chance I've ever heard of.

[holds the bag closer to himself now as he keeps on chowing down]

She's jus' a kid! [is so not amused because he doesn't think it's right, second chance or not] 'M old 'nough t' be her father!

... Oh. That could be a problem.

O' course it's a problem! Dammed kid's got it in her her mind I'm some kind o' hero or somethin'!

Come on, Wolfwood, it's not doing any harm to let her think that.

Girl needs t' find herself someone good for her. [scowls at Vash]

[smiling~] Do you know her well enough to tell what's good for her?

[really scowls] She's th' town's sweetheart an' I'm th' haunt o' th' church. She's got better guys out there.

Is it such a bad thing to think that someone might like you? Honestly, Wolfwood, if it's a crush she'll get over it sooner or later.

Yes. [and no he will not explain that one since he's got a lot of reasons in his skull. somwhere. they make sense to him that is] I hope so. Jus' wish she'd stop showin' up tryin' t' get me t' fall over her.

[shakes his head, taking the last donut out of the bag and starting to munch on it] If it gets that bad, you can try to let her down gently.

Mebbe. I've got rotten luck with women.

[and there goes the last donut. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, chuckling,] It can't be all that bad.

When's the last time you got past being sick over a woman's shoes? [and there's the scowl again]

...

[crumples up the bag and throws it at him]

[bats it aside, grinning at that] I'd listen t' your advice if you can cough up somethin' that proves you know what you're talkin' 'bout.

I don't like to kiss and tell. Besides, I thought we were talking about your love life here, not mine!

Like I have a love life. 'Sides, you're th' one that's been 'round for years here, not me.

Then you should at least consider my advice, right?

Don' be such a smart-ass 'bout it.

I'm not! You're the one saying I'm old enough to know.

Hell, you ain't a virgin still, right? Jus' don' mean I have t' listen t' you!

W-wha..?! Of course I'm not!

Is that so? It wasn't the short girl, right?

NO WAY! Meryl's a friend and that's it!