“collared”
send “collared” for my muse to grab your muse by the collar of their shirt.
"Just-- Listen to us Stampede--!"
They let out an angry huff, buzzing forward and trying to fly between Vash and his apparent destination - a suicide mission they don't intend to let him execute. He's far too passive, far too kind. They like this about the Humanoid Typhoon, but in this instance it's a liability. But when he brushes past them once again their buzzing becomes louder, and in their frustration, they grab his shoulder to spin him around and grab his collar to hoist him off the ground so he can't press forward further. Now that he's forced to listen to them...
"Stop! We are trying to help you! You are very important to two in our new hive, we do not want to see you do this! Call for the Punisher, accept our help, whatever you desire but do not do this alone!"
Their voice shakes, so do their hands. If asked they'll blame it on the weight of the blond - a considerable amount, sure, but nothing they couldn't carry. Not as insects by nature. They're scared. They've seen humans mourn, the toll it takes. They don't desire to see the Punisher like that... And they don't want to even think about how Knives would react. So, they will keep the reckless idiot safe.
They will do it themselves, if they must.
Slowly they set him down, back on his feet, but the tension doesn't leave their body. Frustrated and upset, scared to see what will happen if he insists on this path.
"If not the Punisher, let us help. If not us, then another, but do not go there alone... Please."