[ Watch him list the ingredients for a cake. Does this mean anything? No. Does Vash think this will prove anything? No. But he's hoping Wolfwood would fall for it. ]
I was taught how to laminate for croissants and I'd say I've mastered it! It took me a whole day of training... And everyone had to eat my bad croissants, but it worked out.
[ HE IS A CROISSANT MASTER. With the mention of a kitchen, Vash does imagine them renting or buying a place with one and settling. It's a strange concept, but he has been dreaming something similar for some time now. The back of his fingers stay gently pressed to Wolfwood's lips before he flexes them a bit, brushing ever so slightly. ]
We can go to a salon, if you want.
[ Offering this must mean he has some extra double dollars. ]
[ Okay, croissants are out of his purview because that's fancy people baking and he doesn't do that. He's thinking quietly to himself for a moment on what the hell laminating means in a baking context. ]
Then I'll drop by your shift and buy some.
[ Show off for him, and all that. ]
Could just grab a pair of scissors and give myself a trim.
[ It doesn't have to be a SALON... he definitely at best goes to those ten dollar quick chop places. ]
They do croissant sandwiches there, too. [ Vash sifts through Wolfwood's bangs before running his hair back. Forehead. ] Positions are open for other stuff, by the way. Like picking up ingredients, cooking stuff for these sandwiches, and making other pastries.
[ A gentle ruffle added. ]
Don't you think after all the screwed up stuff we've been through you don't deserve a nice trim from a nice place?
[ Wolfwood, after traveling with Vash for a while, should know Vash doesn't mean an actual luxurious salon. Just a local one, quick and easy. So, yes, a ten dollar barber, maybe. ]
[ Sneaks in a quick kiss to his palm while the hand travels up to his hairline. Forehead. ]
You don't need to advertise your workplace to me, spikey. Tell me the pay per hour.
[ That will usually motivate him way more than whatever the job actually entails. ALSO LOOK THE TEN DOLLARS CAN'T BE CALLED A SALON. IT IS SIMPLY A BARBER SHOP. ]
You don't think I can give myself a shop-level quality haircut?
[ Running the hand that's been resting on Vash's head through the hair, fucking with his fringe. ]
[ Thinks about whether Wolfwood looks good showing his forehead or not in order to avoid feeling charmed (he feels charmed)... Vash tells him the the pay per hour! And it being about 3-4 hours in the morning. The pay is above average and rather sizable, but... Again. Early morning hour shifts, then making some pastries is Difficult.
Don't make me equate the pay to real double dollars.
also, listen here, some barbers are expensive ]
I think there's a chance things are uneven here and there. [ So, yeah, and with his fringe being screwed up he blows some air upward.
Which does nothing. ] I got a haircut not too long ago. Don't like how it looks?
[ A good sign that he's taking care of himself... Rather than letting it grow long and also growing a stubble, a show of disinterest in living. ]
[ Eh, not bad. Maybe he will play dishwasher errand boy for a little while until they decide where they want to move next... or if something kicks them out early. He is Considering. ]
Who the hell is gonna be looking. You?
[ Full offense but he can't give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks about a slightly uneven fringe, except for Miss Melanie, who might tell him he deserves a proper haircut as a grown young man.
However. He does leans back where they're laying to facetiously evaluate Vash's haircut, before settling back. ]
Couldn't tell the difference. Definitely got a cut since the UG, I can probably tell that much.
[ When Wolfwood returns, there's a pause... No words. What Vash does is simply watch him before reaching out again to caress his cheek. The touch is gentle, not quite meant to keep Wolfwood still, but he leans in to rest his forehead against his.
Eyes come to a close as he savors this, sprinkled with a little bump and rub of their noses. Just small, shy though affectionate gestures. ]
It'd make me happy if you looked nice.
[ Because Wolfwood deserves nice things and to be pampered rather than it being what Vash wants. No uneven cuts for you.
No but really. He has to be a little shit so it was just a sassy response, and left no room for such a sincere and tender response in return. He almost goes cross-eyed trying to keep eyes on Vash as the other closes in, eyes falling half-shut at the forehead rest...
...But he wrinkles his nose a bit at the affectionate little bump. It makes his skin crawl, but not in the unpleasant way that he's used to -- it's just... different. And he immediately TURNS AROUND A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE DON'T LOOK AT HIM. ]
-- Fine. I'll get a haircut. Wherever. You know this town a bit better than me so you point me some place if you know anyone that's good.
[ Despite the favorable response, Vash opens his eyes when Wolfwood turns away a little. Comfortable forehead press broken?! Maybe he didn't like it... Vash has to double check, a bit worried that maybe he crossed some line. While familiar with romance as a bystander, it's entirely different when you're in the fray.
[ It is embarrassment low-key. He is also trying to keep his face as neutral as possible, closing his eyes for a moment like he's recounting all of his life decisions leading up to this point (again, not bad). How is he going to survive such blatant and open affection. ]
[ Wolfwood's generally good at hiding his emotions behind his expressions, but Vash can normally see through them well. On top of that... Turning around a bit is very obvious already.
This coaxes a smile, shitty and also incredibly fond. Wolfwood can be cute?? ]
[ Vash is used to Wolfwood raising his voice, but that paired with the slight color to his face has him so endeared. It's a side... He has never seen. It's something he had dreamed of seeing before, when he thought one day Wolfwood would find someone.
Once upon a time, he thought that someone shouldn't be him, but things are different. They're different and that's why he is snuggling close to Wolfwood and jostling him a bit, face close so he can furiously nuzzle the side of his head. ]
Lookin' like a fuckin' stick, like you couldn't just slip and fall through the cracks, huh --
[ Shoving him (real). Though like, not in a way that'd legitimately hurt him by smacking him against the wall, just getting all tangled up trying to wrestle him in bed. ]
[ Vash doesn't know... He doesn't pay attention to that and he will wrestle Wolfwood despite the small bed. He loves roughhousing. It is in his blood as the annoying younger sibling.
I rolled a 2, so he isn't very good at handling Wolfwood in these conditions. ]
[ I rolled anyway just to see if I'd possibly get a nat1 for funny but no such luck, we are at a 14.
Just gets him in a headlock. His win today, and he feels satisfied between this and definitely feeling back in his groove with his freak body and all. Sometimes it disturbs him, but being without it for two months felt restrictive and limiting in a bad way. ]
Definitely aren't as hard to handle as you were in the UG.
Vash is easily locked, thrashing about like a feral animal with hands gripped onto Wolfwood's forearm. The struggle only lasts for maybe ten seconds before he instantly becomes a ragdoll, limp and relaxed in Wolfwood's hold. Puffing out his cheeks, he sulks a little. ]
I can still be difficult to handle if I want to.
[ Said like a threat. Freak body or not, Vash doesn't think too much about those augmentations. It's just Wolfwood manhandling him. ]
[ Wolfwood would still be Wolfwood to him. Some things don't change, even if in general his life would have been better. Both of their lives would have been better if they weren't freaks. But... You know, they only met because they're both freaks.
Vash rests his head on Wolfwood's arm like a pillow, shifting only a little bit to get comfortable. ]
... I don't know. [ He attended to church despite his bounty, then went to the bar to drink, and had no other plans than to lament and mull over some thoughts.
When he realizes his tone and words may be off, he tries to be more lackadaisical. ] Was thinking of hanging out with the housewives again. They're starting a book club.
[ He is not about to spend time in a group full of housewives who are definitely going to coo over them both and while he would be polite, he'd rather not at the moment. He flicks the back of Vash's head lightly, like a subtle callout.
It's okay to not have any plans. He doesn't have any either. ]
I wouldn't mind takin' a nap. Then figure out dinner.
[ Is what Wolfwood gets from the small flick. Vash leers at him, frown and all, but it softens as they consider what plans could be.
Wolfwood came a long way and Vash doesn't have anything in the itinerary, either. His fingers curl, not much into a fist, but comfortable and loose. More like paws. ]
I'll nap, too.
[ Because he wants to stay close. The loneliness is progressively waning with his presence... And Vash wants to indulge in that a little longer. ]
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I was taught how to laminate for croissants and I'd say I've mastered it! It took me a whole day of training... And everyone had to eat my bad croissants, but it worked out.
[ HE IS A CROISSANT MASTER. With the mention of a kitchen, Vash does imagine them renting or buying a place with one and settling. It's a strange concept, but he has been dreaming something similar for some time now. The back of his fingers stay gently pressed to Wolfwood's lips before he flexes them a bit, brushing ever so slightly. ]
We can go to a salon, if you want.
[ Offering this must mean he has some extra double dollars. ]
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Then I'll drop by your shift and buy some.
[ Show off for him, and all that. ]
Could just grab a pair of scissors and give myself a trim.
[ It doesn't have to be a SALON... he definitely at best goes to those ten dollar quick chop places. ]
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[ A gentle ruffle added. ]
Don't you think after all the screwed up stuff we've been through you don't deserve a nice trim from a nice place?
[ Wolfwood, after traveling with Vash for a while, should know Vash doesn't mean an actual luxurious salon. Just a local one, quick and easy. So, yes, a ten dollar barber, maybe. ]
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You don't need to advertise your workplace to me, spikey. Tell me the pay per hour.
[ That will usually motivate him way more than whatever the job actually entails. ALSO LOOK THE TEN DOLLARS CAN'T BE CALLED A SALON. IT IS SIMPLY A BARBER SHOP. ]
You don't think I can give myself a shop-level quality haircut?
[ Running the hand that's been resting on Vash's head through the hair, fucking with his fringe. ]
What about you, huh?
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Don't make me equate the pay to real double dollars.
also, listen here, some barbers are expensive ]
I think there's a chance things are uneven here and there. [ So, yeah, and with his fringe being screwed up he blows some air upward.
Which does nothing. ] I got a haircut not too long ago. Don't like how it looks?
[ A good sign that he's taking care of himself... Rather than letting it grow long and also growing a stubble, a show of disinterest in living. ]
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Who the hell is gonna be looking. You?
[ Full offense but he can't give a rat's ass about what anyone thinks about a slightly uneven fringe, except for Miss Melanie, who might tell him he deserves a proper haircut as a grown young man.
However. He does leans back where they're laying to facetiously evaluate Vash's haircut, before settling back. ]
Couldn't tell the difference. Definitely got a cut since the UG, I can probably tell that much.
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Eyes come to a close as he savors this, sprinkled with a little bump and rub of their noses. Just small, shy though affectionate gestures. ]
It'd make me happy if you looked nice.
[ Because Wolfwood deserves nice things and to be pampered rather than it being what Vash wants. No uneven cuts for you.
So, yes, he will be looking. ]
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No but really. He has to be a little shit so it was just a sassy response, and left no room for such a sincere and tender response in return. He almost goes cross-eyed trying to keep eyes on Vash as the other closes in, eyes falling half-shut at the forehead rest...
...But he wrinkles his nose a bit at the affectionate little bump. It makes his skin crawl, but not in the unpleasant way that he's used to -- it's just... different. And he immediately TURNS AROUND A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE DON'T LOOK AT HIM. ]
-- Fine. I'll get a haircut. Wherever. You know this town a bit better than me so you point me some place if you know anyone that's good.
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[ Despite the favorable response, Vash opens his eyes when Wolfwood turns away a little. Comfortable forehead press broken?! Maybe he didn't like it... Vash has to double check, a bit worried that maybe he crossed some line. While familiar with romance as a bystander, it's entirely different when you're in the fray.
What kind of expression is he making? ]
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This coaxes a smile, shitty and also incredibly fond. Wolfwood can be cute?? ]
Someone's embarrassed?
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Shut the hell up -- of course I am! Gettin' up all close like that...
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[ WHAT DIFFERENCE ]
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[ THEREFORE, ]
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Once upon a time, he thought that someone shouldn't be him, but things are different. They're different and that's why he is snuggling close to Wolfwood and jostling him a bit, face close so he can furiously nuzzle the side of his head. ]
Oooohhhhh, Nicholaaas! You're soooo cuuuuute!
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[ ENTERING FULL FLAIL MODE LIKE WHEN A DOG WANTS TO GET OUT OF BED EVEN THOUGH ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS CUDDLE. ]
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[ jostle jostle jostle nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle ]
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[ Shoving him (real). Though like, not in a way that'd legitimately hurt him by smacking him against the wall, just getting all tangled up trying to wrestle him in bed. ]
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[ Vash doesn't know... He doesn't pay attention to that and he will wrestle Wolfwood despite the small bed. He loves roughhousing. It is in his blood as the annoying younger sibling.
I rolled a 2, so he isn't very good at handling Wolfwood in these conditions. ]
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Just gets him in a headlock. His win today, and he feels satisfied between this and definitely feeling back in his groove with his freak body and all. Sometimes it disturbs him, but being without it for two months felt restrictive and limiting in a bad way. ]
Definitely aren't as hard to handle as you were in the UG.
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Vash is easily locked, thrashing about like a feral animal with hands gripped onto Wolfwood's forearm. The struggle only lasts for maybe ten seconds before he instantly becomes a ragdoll, limp and relaxed in Wolfwood's hold. Puffing out his cheeks, he sulks a little. ]
I can still be difficult to handle if I want to.
[ Said like a threat. Freak body or not, Vash doesn't think too much about those augmentations. It's just Wolfwood manhandling him. ]
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[ He'd be a different person if he wasn't an augmented freak okay. But this is alright, releasing Vash from his grasp. ]
You got any plans, anywhere to be the rest of the day?
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Vash rests his head on Wolfwood's arm like a pillow, shifting only a little bit to get comfortable. ]
... I don't know. [ He attended to church despite his bounty, then went to the bar to drink, and had no other plans than to lament and mull over some thoughts.
When he realizes his tone and words may be off, he tries to be more lackadaisical. ] Was thinking of hanging out with the housewives again. They're starting a book club.
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[ He is not about to spend time in a group full of housewives who are definitely going to coo over them both and while he would be polite, he'd rather not at the moment. He flicks the back of Vash's head lightly, like a subtle callout.
It's okay to not have any plans. He doesn't have any either. ]
I wouldn't mind takin' a nap. Then figure out dinner.
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[ Is what Wolfwood gets from the small flick. Vash leers at him, frown and all, but it softens as they consider what plans could be.
Wolfwood came a long way and Vash doesn't have anything in the itinerary, either. His fingers curl, not much into a fist, but comfortable and loose. More like paws. ]
I'll nap, too.
[ Because he wants to stay close. The loneliness is progressively waning with his presence... And Vash wants to indulge in that a little longer. ]
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