HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

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[piteous]

[ 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. ]

Oooohhhhh, Nicholaaas! You're soooo cuuuuute!

[crucifer]

I'm gonna shove you off the fuckin' bed!

[ ENTERING FULL FLAIL MODE LIKE WHEN A DOG WANTS TO GET OUT OF BED EVEN THOUGH ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS CUDDLE. ]

[piteous]

You can't! I'm the one against the wall!

[ jostle jostle jostle nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle ]

[crucifer]

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. ]

[piteous]

Hey! I didn't lose more weight! I think?!

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

[ 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.

[piteous]

[ we could have had a funny nat 1

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. ]

[crucifer]

Have you considered not bein' that?

[ 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?

[piteous]

[ 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.

[crucifer]

Pass. You can go if you want to though.

[ 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.

[piteous]

Hey.

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

[ Sir your paws. Wolfwood grunts in affirmation and throws an arm back around over him, dragging up a provided thin blanket halfway over them too. Assigns this room a ceiling fan, hope it's on. ]

Alright, your choice.

[ The housewives will survive a day without their friend who is in the middle of having a midday or mid-afternoon nap, like a pair of overgrown dogs. Will you once again roll to see who wakes up first. ]

[piteous]

Mhmm. My choice is to be here.

[ Vash doesn't go full wrapping both arms around Wolfwood. It's not nighttime yet, so it's relatively warm even with the ceiling fan going. He does however stay pressed close as if that's any different, burying his head somewhere... Tangling their ankles under the sheets.

I WAS NOT BUT I GUESS HERE WE GO. I rolled a 1 he is too comfortable to have Wolfwood back and this also this is a depression nap I guess. Vash is sound asleep past regular amount of naptime. ]

[crucifer]

[ Help are your rolls okay.

I rolled a perfectly mediocre 10 so I guess Wolfwood will wake up at a very normal time in a perfectly average way. He's also going to pry himself out of Vash's grasp politely and sneak out for a bit around when the sun starts to set.

I GUESS YOU CAN DECIDE WHETHER HE WAKES UP BEFORE WOLFWOOD'S BACK BUT HIS CROSS IS THERE AGAINST THE WALL, a rare instance of him leaving it behind. Probably because he was only going to be gone 20-30 minutes tops, smell of takeout wafting closer and closer... ]

[piteous]

[ I rolled a 4 so Vash does not wake up while Wolfwood's gone. Mister Food Delivery can find him now curled in the bed, blanketed into a ball, before he stirs at the sound of someone entering and then the aroma of something Delicious.

Does he stand up? No. He simply opens his eyes through the little hole window made with the sheets for the upper portion of his face and looks out. What do we have here? ]

[crucifer]

[ Your rolls really said Vash is going to pass the hell out. Understandable. Every time I write getting food in fiction my brain goes smooth because in rl I am also like I don't know what to eat ever, and also I don't order takeout enough to know what's out there. ]

Looks like the sleeping prince is finally awake.

[ As he enters literally using his foot to push open the door and step in, because he has no etiquette. Throws dart, he got them burrito bowls and quesadillas. ]

You feelin' hungry or are you gonna stay in bed?

[piteous]

I don't know what's up with me. I don't usually sleep this much.

[ He says with a big smile while still lying down. It's impossible to see when his lips are hidden behind the sheets, but it's there in how his eyes crinkle into crescents. Smile with your eyes is the phrase.

It's obvious to him that he slept more because comfy.

Eventually, he sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the blanket. ]

Dinner's about now, right? I'll eat. [ Nose wrinkling. ] It smells good. What did you get?

[crucifer]

[ Cute, even if he doesn't say this out loud. His lips only quirk slightly upwards seeing this. ]

Got the burritos down the corner of the street. Not bad for the price. Got some nice tea to go with it.

[ Sweet tea time. Handing Vash a cup. It's not iced but it is pretty cool to the touch. ]

[piteous]

I've wanted to try that place!

[ So the light in his eyes is from excitement. They may sometimes only buy scraps to pass by, but when they can afford a little more Vash always savors and enjoys. It's fun.

Not wanting to dirty the sheets, he sheds them off and shoves it aside while he takes the cup. He'll have a sip before he sits... On the ground.

This is not a very luxurious room. It is just a bed, a nightstand beside it, and a desk meant for writing with its paired chair. Moving on, he lets out a refreshed sigh. ]

Oooohhhh. The tea's tasty.

[crucifer]

Seriously? There's a chair right there.

[ Looking meaningfully at the desk. Hello? Wolfwood meanwhile remains standing as he fishes out a burrito from the bag and holds it out to Vash also. Eat you airdancer-looking weasel.

He is hiding something in the bag evidently and there is a different smell, as he sets it down on the desk, though all he pulls out is the quesadillas which also go on the desk, and his own burrito because they are both boys who eat. ]

[piteous]

[ Vash takes the burrito like the vermin he is... Just a dangerous little raccoon. He doesn't wait to eat it either, unwrapping it and taking a hefty bite while Wolfwood splays out their feast.

Chewing as he ogles the secret treats... ]

I thought you were going to use it.

[ The food from what he can see lines up, but... Is he able to tell what it smells like? Is it sweet? ]

[crucifer]

[ It does smell sweet and baked. ]

Well if you're not gonna use it.

[ Pulling out the chair and turning it around so it faces Vash, and plopping down right into it as he starts off on his own food. Puts the quesadilla plate between them on the floor too. ]

You still feelin' tired?

[piteous]

A little drowsy, but that's part of waking up from a nap. I'm good to walk around Augusta if you wanted to see what's changed. Or if you want to get a little snip now.

[ Things have happened since Wolfwood's death... Even if Augusta wasn't one of the cities devastated by Knives' violent parade, people were still evacuated when there was a lick of news that the madman sailing his holy airship was a certain distance away. Some stayed... Fight over resources left behind, ransacked abandoned facilities and establishments.

Some places were never able to recover, but it meant new beginnings for upstarting businesses. Vash, in between burrito bites, takes a slice of the quesadilla. Tasty cheese. ]

You bought dessert?

[ He asks despite not having finished dinner yet. What is meal etiquette. ]

[crucifer]

I'll get a haircut tomorrow.

[ It's getting a bit late so haircut can wait. ]

Christ, you couldn't keep your nose out for a surprise, could you?

[ BITCH. He reaches over and just grabs the bag again, handing it over to Vash.

It's churros!!!!!! ]

[piteous]

I was just curious! Kinda hard to ignore the aroma when it's so different.

[ wolfwood why are you letting him have churros he hasn't finished quesadilla or his burrito.

He leaves his burrito to rest on the quesadilla place so he can have... Sugary and cinnamon-y fried heaven. ]

Churros? [ Confusion yet also excitement in his voice. ] You don't usually buy this stuff when you get take out.