[ It's funny because Wolfwood is like. I don't think Vash has ever actually told Wolfwood he has the body insecurity until now, and logically or empathetically he'd be able to assume respect of someone's body when it's as fucked up as Vash's, but also? At the same time? He's never considered it ugly or undesirable even once, so he can't help but make a slight expression when the other brings it up. Wolfwood understands it logically now that it's on the table, but...
He blinks once, a little slow when Vash agrees to it nonetheless. Or at least offers it out if they're both willing. His first response is caught somewhere between a gruff and respectable 'we don't have to if you're uncomfortable' and an instant lowkey urge to bully him a little due to the flush to draw away from the topic. Instead he's distracted by a near-violent intrusive thought, something about his brain chemistry (and probably expression, too) slipping at the idea of being permitted to worship this body for what it is.
It isn't so much about the sex as it's -- he would take literally anything Vash wants to give him, because Wolfwood is a greedy sinner and wants everything he could be given. He'd say Vash is going to be the death of him if it weren't a sensitive topic. ]
Later. [ He agrees thickly, because he also would've thought now or even anytime today would've been not a great idea. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Vash's mouth again, a repeat. ] Anything you want.
[ He has not because it never seemed... Important? Wolfwood has seen him bare once and a number of other times. Maybe it isn't too obvious considering most people have different degrees of body dysmorphia and they normally wish not to be seen naked by other people. Whatever. He's sure he can handle it when they get to that hurdle. These are just normal thoughts and shaky nerves from him. "Anything you want" has those nerves quake more and burn alight, but nothing he can't handle.
He can spiral when the time comes.
Vash doesn't see how Wolfwood's expression slips, not when his attention is anywhere but here and quietly he dips more of his face into his hand to cover his eyes. Eventually his fingers drags down at the drop of a sigh, leaving that window to get kissed again. Unexpected. Pleasant surprise. His heart did skip a beat there and that has the ends of his lips reach ear to ear, near giddy. There's just happy old dog who still acts like a puppy energy radiating from him. God, he really feels stupid. ]
Yeah... Yeah, we can catch up!
[ Like a dog, he leans in to nuzzle, trailing after the given affection, but he pulls back again. Bed for rest, bed for rest. Wait. ]
[ He will kiss him as much as it takes to distract him away from such.
Speaking of distractions, he doesn't have much time to bask in the grin because the word shower really is like, sleeper agent activation phrase. ]
-- Christ, yes. Holy shit, I did not miss not havin' one around.
[ Too spoiled by (comparatively) clean city!! He's not even particularly bad off right now, other than being the usual sweaty and sand-dusted, but the sweet relief of washing both off before clambering right into bed. Please. ]
I know! [ GOD. THEY HAVE TO RETURN TO THEIR DESERT STINKY ERA. ] I barely survived when I started trekking again... We were only in the UG for two months give or take, but I really miss having a shower available. It's a perk of settling somewhere.
[ Which, right now, he can't have? Vash is on the run all over again, but at least the earth force butt heads with the bounty hunters, allowing him to escape as long as they aren't causing too much trouble.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he motions Wolfwood to the other door in the room. ]
[ But he finally let's go of Vash to run a hand through his fringe with a sigh and step away so he can go scoot into the shower. Underneath the newer black Bloodborne hunter-looking outfit, Vash can see he's still wearing something that's pretty classically him. White button up. Black pants.
He's using your towel unless there's a spare. He'll be quick enough, just enough to wash and scrub away sweat and dead skin, before pattering out with his hair still damp. Pants on, white shirt unbuttoned and loose around himself.
Straight onto Vash if he's already there in bed like when a dog decides to stick to you even though its not dry after a bath yet. ]
[ Vash says as he gets cozy on the twin bed, arms cradling the back of his head and elbows winged out. He does watch him strip because he's curious to know what new digs the guy got... Wondering how he survives in that hunter outfit, but then smiling when he sees the classical gear underneath.
There Wolfwood goes to shower (there are probably two towels) and Vash preoccupies himself with reading one of the filler books in the room. There's little time to react before Wolfwood plops onto him. ]
Hey?! Your hair is still wet!
[ He lifts the book to save it and passes it back onto the nightstand. ]
[ It shouldn't be. Let him have his hygiene. Don't know if Vash keeps a razor in his room but if he did he's also getting a clean shave while at it thanks. At this point no questioning Wolfwood's taste in dark clothes and how he survives on this ridiculous planet in them.
There's only a vague grumble and a definite purposeful nuzzle of his forehead into Vash's front in retaliation. He's rarely much for being affectionate, he will force this on him while he's still feeling it. ]
Toweled it off.
[ So it's not dripping, you see, which is the most important point to make. I really uploaded this icon like four months ago and this is the first time I'm getting to use it. ]
[ Even towel-dried, Vash can feel some of it against his dress shirt. It'd definitely leave some kind of impression, which he groans about before relenting.
He cups both cheeks and forces Wolfwood to tilt his head back up and look at him, now squishing his cheeks a little like you would good dogs. Except Wolfwood is not a good dog, he's a naughty dog. ]
Where was all this affection in the Underground, huh?
[ A laugh as he continues to squish him into chubby cheeks. ]
[ He is manhandled like a dog, as he deserves. He's all sinew, very little for way of fat, but Vash can make his attempts. ]
Sorry that I don't feel like it in a shit place where people are out to kill each other.
[ When death is around the corner, it's hard to settle and be soft. He'll allow it here though.
He's seen their new world while he was traveling, the way the Earth ships are here, how bandits still roam. The planet is still dangerous, but at least it's perfectly human troubles.
No Knives, no end of the world in sight. He still means to ask what happened to his orphanage, where they went since Vash and Livio both said they're safe, but he'll play catchup later. He believes in both of their words that this is something that can wait a little.
Tries to pull away from Vash screwing with his cheeks, though he doesn't bother pulling off the rest of his body weight. ]
[ There's onboarding for those who wish to make a living on Earth, though it will be in waves. No Man's Land is a beast to be reckoned with where the fleet can't easily instate their authority or influence.
This planet has its own culture. People who stay are too accustomed to it, but it's been a little better thanks to modified genshin technology. It's slow progress, though, but surely it's spreading. ]
You could have at least snuggled with me a bit more when we were sleeping.
[ The lowest bar, but he understands. As Wolfwood tries to pull away, he catches him again, but doesn't squish his cheeks. Instead he caresses, smoothing over his skin with calloused thumbs.
Slowly the ends of his lips stop curling, though curiosity colors his features. Wolfwood might think to catch up later, but Vash has his own questions. ]
... How did it happen? Did you suddenly wake up somewhere?
[ TOUCH WEEK AND ALL THAT. And also grappling with emotions and stuff on the side. Shit was rough. ]
Yeah, something like that. Came to in the sorta wrecks of someplace quiet.
[ Halfway to Carcasses, en route to the orphanage. A medium ground of the place he was last at on the Ark, and where his story theoretically ended in the world. Pretend he said a place. He lets his body weight comfortably sag between the hollows of Vash, dispersing some weight off of him to the mattress below so he can avoid allegations of crushing the other.
Would he mind if he reached over to grab one of his smokes. ]
[ Wolfwood, you were grappling with so many emotions in those 8 weeks, damn. Vash won't be asking about the location because we're going to assume he knows what Wolfwood is referencing.
Locations don't matter here because the manga barely labels them and references where they are relative to everywhere else. ]
With your own Punisher...?
[ Vash scoots closer to the wall, trying to make space on the small bed for Wolfwood to lounge a little more comfortably.
No, he doesn't mind. Have as many smokes as you want. ]
[ He's having one, changing around a bit to lie more comfortably for the both of them especially if he's going to finally be lighting up. Assumes Vash just put the one he tapped out earlier out of habit with the rest of his shit. ]
I had to go pick it up.
[ He leaves it vague enough because he imagines neither of them want to talk about it in detail anyway. ]
[ It's vague, but... If it didn't come with him, there's only one other place to get it. Vash doesn't freeze up from the mention, even if the memory plays in his mind.
At most, his fingers flex, curling into a loose fist as he lies beside him. ]
... You okay?
[ He's making sure—seeing your own grave can be a strange experience, possibly put you in a different headspace. Small, obvious worries and fussing. ]
[ Like... it's weird enough, for sure, but he could be a lot worse about it. It's probably not something he wants to think that hard on, but he's here right now and that's what really matters. He already had the whole death reveal and talk W0 after all. Two months is a decent amount of time to come to terms with your own death that you then proceeded to sort of avoid, sort of not.
Like a bad dream. He's used to those. Exhaling smoke. He may as well ask now. ]
Where'd you take the kids?
[ Since it was at his old orphanage and all, now abandoned. ]
[ Well, that's good. Vash hasn't visited the grave yet and now he isn't sure if he should... He might anyway because at least he wants to honor the Wolfwood in his memories.
Shifting a little bit closer, but now too close, he sets his forehead pressed against the point of Wolfwood's shoulder. ]
They're with the colony. [ Family meets family! ] Did you want to visit them?
[ As much and little visiting as Wolfwood wants. Vash also hasn't seen his family since the apocalypse. ]
[ Something in his chest cavity curls at the thought of visitation. The same issues still stand, that they wouldn't recognise him for who he used to be, the heavy guilt of holding children with his bloodied hands suffocating him like a collar attached to weights. He lies there, staring at the mottled ceiling, letting burning smoke accrue in his lungs as he counts backwards from seven before exhaling. ]
I'll think about it.
[ Which is as honest as it gets. He'd like to. That's different from wanting to. He'll definitely be thinking about it though. ]
Don't thank me. I'm not the one taking care of them right now.
[ Though he is the connection.
This comes with a small frown. Even though he just rested his head, he lifts it up to search Wolfwood's face and posture. ]
... We can visit and we can watch them from afar, if you want.
[ Vash tries for a small push. It's obvious from his expression that what he wants is for Wolfwood to be reunited with his family... Or at least to talk to Melanie. Tell her that he's doing okay.
[ He's not particularly tense but it's not like he's totally relaxed either. In a bit of a stalemate, caught between wants and shouldn'ts. ]
You comin' with?
[ He would've asked if Vash was gonna go revisit the colony separately but 'we' maybe implies that...? He can't imagine Vash is just going to ignore the ship if they bother to go back all the way over there, since it seemed like the colony is one of the few existences that the guy doesn't actively avoid. And he spoke to Luida, and saw the way Jessica looked at him -- they miss him too. ]
Of course I am! What's the other option? Let you go alone?
[ After Wolfwood left him, then died? Sure, this visit is not as grave, but he has little intention of letting Wolfwood visit the colony on his own. He could tell the last time they were there, Wolfwood was some unsettled.
Vash is going. ]
... They told me to visit more, no matter what happened at the end of it all.
[ Back to resting his forehead on the point of Wolfwood's shoulder. Prodigal son returns meme is him, but he doesn't spend lavishly. He just doesn't hold onto money.
[ He doesn't consider these the same, so. Surely they don't have to stick together like they're glued every step of the way, even if for this particular example, he was indeed hoping that Vash would say yes.
He lets Vash rest where he likes, smoking this cigarette down to the stub before he goes for another. It's also been a little weird having his unnatural body back, making him cognisant of the lack of restriction in his lungs after chainsmoking so hard in the UG. Back to being a vice that won't hurt him in the long run because his body will patch it up even if he doesn't want it to. ]
We can think about it then. Sometime. If we're nearby.
[ He trails his free hand idly, hooking fingers around Vash's waist. They don't have a direction to head now, purely wanderers. It makes him feel a little hollow, chained animal suddenly freed but having a hard time deciding how to step out. ]
If you want to go on your own, I don't mind waiting in a town nearby.
[ Vash doesn't intend to be joined at the hip to Wolfwood. They'll likely end up doing what they want more often enough, then convene for the night or halfway through the day.
The scent of familiar smoke comforts him despite his deteriorated health, lulling him until he feels a grasp around his waist. The touch makes him lean in closer, back arching forward. ]
Did you cross Livio yet? I haven't ran into the crybaby.
Hmmm. He would visit a lot and he knows how to get there.
[ Vash doesn't comment on how it's likely Livio visits Wolfwood's grave quite often... Doesn't mention he has some time to play with the orphans, how they gently asked him about Wolfwood, searching for answers to things they don't understand. He kept those secrets much like Wolfwood asked and wanted.
He'll keep these locked away, too. Wolfwood might see when they visit, anyway. For now, he lifts his head so he can nest his chin on Wolfwood's shoulder, peering at him. ]
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He blinks once, a little slow when Vash agrees to it nonetheless. Or at least offers it out if they're both willing. His first response is caught somewhere between a gruff and respectable 'we don't have to if you're uncomfortable' and an instant lowkey urge to bully him a little due to the flush to draw away from the topic. Instead he's distracted by a near-violent intrusive thought, something about his brain chemistry (and probably expression, too) slipping at the idea of being permitted to worship this body for what it is.
It isn't so much about the sex as it's -- he would take literally anything Vash wants to give him, because Wolfwood is a greedy sinner and wants everything he could be given. He'd say Vash is going to be the death of him if it weren't a sensitive topic. ]
Later. [ He agrees thickly, because he also would've thought now or even anytime today would've been not a great idea. He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of Vash's mouth again, a repeat. ] Anything you want.
Bed, for just restin', sounds good too.
[ See, he can be helpful... sort of. ]
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He can spiral when the time comes.
Vash doesn't see how Wolfwood's expression slips, not when his attention is anywhere but here and quietly he dips more of his face into his hand to cover his eyes. Eventually his fingers drags down at the drop of a sigh, leaving that window to get kissed again. Unexpected. Pleasant surprise. His heart did skip a beat there and that has the ends of his lips reach ear to ear, near giddy. There's just happy old dog who still acts like a puppy energy radiating from him. God, he really feels stupid. ]
Yeah... Yeah, we can catch up!
[ Like a dog, he leans in to nuzzle, trailing after the given affection, but he pulls back again. Bed for rest, bed for rest. Wait. ]
You arrived today, right? Wanna use the shower?
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Speaking of distractions, he doesn't have much time to bask in the grin because the word shower really is like, sleeper agent activation phrase. ]
-- Christ, yes. Holy shit, I did not miss not havin' one around.
[ Too spoiled by (comparatively) clean city!! He's not even particularly bad off right now, other than being the usual sweaty and sand-dusted, but the sweet relief of washing both off before clambering right into bed. Please. ]
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[ Which, right now, he can't have? Vash is on the run all over again, but at least the earth force butt heads with the bounty hunters, allowing him to escape as long as they aren't causing too much trouble.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he motions Wolfwood to the other door in the room. ]
Go ahead and spruce yourself up.
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[ But he finally let's go of Vash to run a hand through his fringe with a sigh and step away so he can go scoot into the shower. Underneath the newer black Bloodborne hunter-looking outfit, Vash can see he's still wearing something that's pretty classically him. White button up. Black pants.
He's using your towel unless there's a spare. He'll be quick enough, just enough to wash and scrub away sweat and dead skin, before pattering out with his hair still damp. Pants on, white shirt unbuttoned and loose around himself.
Straight onto Vash if he's already there in bed like when a dog decides to stick to you even though its not dry after a bath yet. ]
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[ Vash says as he gets cozy on the twin bed, arms cradling the back of his head and elbows winged out. He does watch him strip because he's curious to know what new digs the guy got... Wondering how he survives in that hunter outfit, but then smiling when he sees the classical gear underneath.
There Wolfwood goes to shower (there are probably two towels) and Vash preoccupies himself with reading one of the filler books in the room. There's little time to react before Wolfwood plops onto him. ]
Hey?! Your hair is still wet!
[ He lifts the book to save it and passes it back onto the nightstand. ]
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There's only a vague grumble and a definite purposeful nuzzle of his forehead into Vash's front in retaliation. He's rarely much for being affectionate, he will force this on him while he's still feeling it. ]
Toweled it off.
[ So it's not dripping, you see, which is the most important point to make. I really uploaded this icon like four months ago and this is the first time I'm getting to use it. ]
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He cups both cheeks and forces Wolfwood to tilt his head back up and look at him, now squishing his cheeks a little like you would good dogs. Except Wolfwood is not a good dog, he's a naughty dog. ]
Where was all this affection in the Underground, huh?
[ A laugh as he continues to squish him into chubby cheeks. ]
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Sorry that I don't feel like it in a shit place where people are out to kill each other.
[ When death is around the corner, it's hard to settle and be soft. He'll allow it here though.
He's seen their new world while he was traveling, the way the Earth ships are here, how bandits still roam. The planet is still dangerous, but at least it's perfectly human troubles.
No Knives, no end of the world in sight. He still means to ask what happened to his orphanage, where they went since Vash and Livio both said they're safe, but he'll play catchup later. He believes in both of their words that this is something that can wait a little.
Tries to pull away from Vash screwing with his cheeks, though he doesn't bother pulling off the rest of his body weight. ]
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This planet has its own culture. People who stay are too accustomed to it, but it's been a little better thanks to modified genshin technology. It's slow progress, though, but surely it's spreading. ]
You could have at least snuggled with me a bit more when we were sleeping.
[ The lowest bar, but he understands. As Wolfwood tries to pull away, he catches him again, but doesn't squish his cheeks. Instead he caresses, smoothing over his skin with calloused thumbs.
Slowly the ends of his lips stop curling, though curiosity colors his features. Wolfwood might think to catch up later, but Vash has his own questions. ]
... How did it happen? Did you suddenly wake up somewhere?
[ How did you come back? ]
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[ TOUCH WEEK AND ALL THAT. And also grappling with emotions and stuff on the side. Shit was rough. ]
Yeah, something like that. Came to in the sorta wrecks of someplace quiet.
[ Halfway to Carcasses, en route to the orphanage. A medium ground of the place he was last at on the Ark, and where his story theoretically ended in the world. Pretend he said a place. He lets his body weight comfortably sag between the hollows of Vash, dispersing some weight off of him to the mattress below so he can avoid allegations of crushing the other.
Would he mind if he reached over to grab one of his smokes. ]
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Locations don't matter here because the manga barely labels them and references where they are relative to everywhere else. ]
With your own Punisher...?
[ Vash scoots closer to the wall, trying to make space on the small bed for Wolfwood to lounge a little more comfortably.
No, he doesn't mind. Have as many smokes as you want. ]
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I had to go pick it up.
[ He leaves it vague enough because he imagines neither of them want to talk about it in detail anyway. ]
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At most, his fingers flex, curling into a loose fist as he lies beside him. ]
... You okay?
[ He's making sure—seeing your own grave can be a strange experience, possibly put you in a different headspace. Small, obvious worries and fussing. ]
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[ Like... it's weird enough, for sure, but he could be a lot worse about it. It's probably not something he wants to think that hard on, but he's here right now and that's what really matters. He already had the whole death reveal and talk W0 after all. Two months is a decent amount of time to come to terms with your own death that you then proceeded to sort of avoid, sort of not.
Like a bad dream. He's used to those. Exhaling smoke. He may as well ask now. ]
Where'd you take the kids?
[ Since it was at his old orphanage and all, now abandoned. ]
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Shifting a little bit closer, but now too close, he sets his forehead pressed against the point of Wolfwood's shoulder. ]
They're with the colony. [ Family meets family! ] Did you want to visit them?
[ As much and little visiting as Wolfwood wants. Vash also hasn't seen his family since the apocalypse. ]
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I'll think about it.
[ Which is as honest as it gets. He'd like to. That's different from wanting to. He'll definitely be thinking about it though. ]
...Thanks. For takin' care of 'em.
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[ Though he is the connection.
This comes with a small frown. Even though he just rested his head, he lifts it up to search Wolfwood's face and posture. ]
... We can visit and we can watch them from afar, if you want.
[ Vash tries for a small push. It's obvious from his expression that what he wants is for Wolfwood to be reunited with his family... Or at least to talk to Melanie. Tell her that he's doing okay.
One single gentle push. ]
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[ He's not particularly tense but it's not like he's totally relaxed either. In a bit of a stalemate, caught between wants and shouldn'ts. ]
You comin' with?
[ He would've asked if Vash was gonna go revisit the colony separately but 'we' maybe implies that...? He can't imagine Vash is just going to ignore the ship if they bother to go back all the way over there, since it seemed like the colony is one of the few existences that the guy doesn't actively avoid. And he spoke to Luida, and saw the way Jessica looked at him -- they miss him too. ]
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[ After Wolfwood left him, then died? Sure, this visit is not as grave, but he has little intention of letting Wolfwood visit the colony on his own. He could tell the last time they were there, Wolfwood was some unsettled.
Vash is going. ]
... They told me to visit more, no matter what happened at the end of it all.
[ Back to resting his forehead on the point of Wolfwood's shoulder. Prodigal son returns meme is him, but he doesn't spend lavishly. He just doesn't hold onto money.
Which simply leaves him with being a bad son. ]
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We're both adults, aren't we.
[ He doesn't consider these the same, so. Surely they don't have to stick together like they're glued every step of the way, even if for this particular example, he was indeed hoping that Vash would say yes.
He lets Vash rest where he likes, smoking this cigarette down to the stub before he goes for another. It's also been a little weird having his unnatural body back, making him cognisant of the lack of restriction in his lungs after chainsmoking so hard in the UG. Back to being a vice that won't hurt him in the long run because his body will patch it up even if he doesn't want it to. ]
We can think about it then. Sometime. If we're nearby.
[ He trails his free hand idly, hooking fingers around Vash's waist. They don't have a direction to head now, purely wanderers. It makes him feel a little hollow, chained animal suddenly freed but having a hard time deciding how to step out. ]
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If you want to go on your own, I don't mind waiting in a town nearby.
[ Vash doesn't intend to be joined at the hip to Wolfwood. They'll likely end up doing what they want more often enough, then convene for the night or halfway through the day.
The scent of familiar smoke comforts him despite his deteriorated health, lulling him until he feels a grasp around his waist. The touch makes him lean in closer, back arching forward. ]
Did you cross Livio yet? I haven't ran into the crybaby.
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Nah. You can be there.
[ He might rather that, though he'd prefer to talk to Melanie privately probably. It'd help. ]
And I think the kids would like you.
[ He idly kneads his fingers lightly into Vash's side, over the cloth. ]
I haven't, figured he'd be doin' something like workin' odd jobs somewhere too. Or maybe I'll see him at the orphanage.
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[ Vash doesn't comment on how it's likely Livio visits Wolfwood's grave quite often... Doesn't mention he has some time to play with the orphans, how they gently asked him about Wolfwood, searching for answers to things they don't understand. He kept those secrets much like Wolfwood asked and wanted.
He'll keep these locked away, too. Wolfwood might see when they visit, anyway. For now, he lifts his head so he can nest his chin on Wolfwood's shoulder, peering at him. ]
You know what else is at the colony right now?
[ Guess time! ]
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Surprise me. What is it?
[ As long as the surprise isn't Knives. ]
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