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... ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
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?
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ Unfortunately the easiest route is that it comes at Vash's expense. Wolfwood clicks his teeth as he internally realises that damn, maybe he should've gotten alcohol... but then again, drinking on the first day he's in town isn't something he typically does, but maybe it should be on the table later.
Maybe another night... a quiet evening in. Looking at Vash contemplatively like Wolfwood would challenge drinking him under the table except he's seen how much the guy can drink and still have perfect clarity if he so desires. ]
[ Vash is just eating his burrito happily as Wolfwood has these thoughts about drinking and challenging him. He looks like he has no thoughts whatsoever than tasty food must be eaten.
When he looks over and catches Wolfwood watching him, he tilts his head because his cheeks are stuffed with food. "What's up?" ]
[ Glad that one of us is living our best head empty life. Not that Wolfwood is inundated in heavy thoughts like he was throughout the UG, or throughout their original journey. Wolfwood will not have serious thoughts until they start getting into trouble again. Probably. ]
You look like one of those squirrels.
[ Pointedly while Vash is just stuffing his face. Stop shoving the churro into your cheek and just eat like a normal person. ]
[ Vash gives him a stinky leer after being likened to those double sized squirrels in the UG. Those cheeks become less stuffed with food so he can respond. Maybe sass a bit or mention how that one squirrel interrupted them that one time.
But, oh, question. There's a flash of nerves as he wonders if Wolfwood caught on that he was low-key day drinking out of depression. There's no way, so Vash's expression easily slips back to normal. ]
You did find me at a bar.
[ Shouldn't that be answer enough? He still knows how to enjoy drinking in the end. ]
[ YOU ICONED THIS SO FAST WEREN'T YOU ON YOUR WAY HOME ]
Guess I did.
[ But plenty of people can be at a bar and not drink. That one time he ordered a whiskey and didn't even end up drinking it whatsoever, even though he paid for it... stupid old man. The table was retribution.
It doesn't really matter to him, it's not like Wolfwood can control very aspect of Vash's coping mechanisms and drinking is one of the most common ones. And he has tried it himself. What's he gonna do, going around hypocritically criticising Vash for that. ]
I was more thinkin' for fun or to have with food though.
People cope in different ways but I think maybe people shouldn't drown themselves in alcoholism but maybe that is just me who doesn't like alcohol much
Vash slows down eating because Wolfwood seldom drinks. He knows that. Also, listen, sometimes you order to stay in the bar... you know... ]
I'd like that. Maybe we can play a small drinking game sometime.
[ Just because things are better doesn't mean it's completely safe. No Man's Land is notorious like that, and with the bounty still on Vash's head, there's always something. But it's a normal kind of danger now -- no shadows constantly scratching nails behind doors, no collar of death slowly dragging him towards hellish fate. He can spare a little bit behind closed doors now. Drink for pleasure, not to numb.
Anyway enlighten him what's your idea of a good drinking game. ]
[ YOU MAKING ME FIGURE OUT LIKE I DO DRINKING GAMES AT ALL ]
We never got to play King's Game together, huh... [ Because that was during memshare week and they were again separated for mental health reasons. ] I think it might be fun even if it's just us and there's a deck of cards in the desk.
[ Finishing his burrito and moves onto the quesadilla. ]
[ This is I guess vengeance for making me google Stuart Little and try to form an opinion. ]
Wasn't anythin' special about it, people just walked up to me and handed me cards. And sometimes just did shit without askin'.
[ He's thinking about Shu just abruptly dipping him into a kiss. He is lucky he didn't just sock him on the spot. He's going to reach over and pop open the desk to look at the deck of cards, wiping his hands off on a napkin to check them out. How ratty are these or are they pretty new. He's just having a look. ]
Gonna have to start considerin' ways to keep us entertained.
Yeah, but we never pulled cards for each other! The variety and randomness makes it interesting.
[ Granted Vash didn't want to go to the party, drink, or play the game during memshare week... But the mini-events gave them five dollars. That's one cursed food item!
The cards are a bit worn, washed out in color, but overall in one piece. If he shuffles through them, he'll count that all cards are accounted for.
Food done... Dessert. He rattles the churro bag before offering Wolfwood some once he's done with the cards. ]
We could go on dates for fun sometimes.
[ While Vash is a wanted outlaw, apparently. If he wanted to be discreet, he would, but he's rather confident things will be fine. ]
[ Did he keep eating cursed food weekly, did he keep committing to that. I really just gave up tracking money after w5 because I was like I do not know anymore.
Cool, this means he doesn't have to go out and buy a fresh pack, or try to figure out games that could be playable with whatever missing cards slash figure out rule shifts to accommodate. He gives them a pleasant shuffle. He's always liked the feeling of slightly aged cards, well-used, more than brand new.
Being a wanted outlaw has literally never stopped Vash from doing anything he wants to do ever. So this doesn't strike Wolfwood as too odd. If they can dash out of town avoiding bullets, or dash in to grab an emergency inn for medical patching, trailing red after his coat, and still come out of it okay, then they can go on a date. ]
No movie theatres unless we head to a Numbered City. [ Fanning out the cards, adjusting a few, and returning it to a clean stack before putting it aside. Hand out, give him churro. ] No nice parks to walk around, or free food either.
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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... ]
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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? ]
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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?
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[ 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?
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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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? ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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!!!!!! ]
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[ 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.
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Why do you gotta make me sound like a killjoy? I like a nice thing here and there too.
[ He will be still eating his own burrito, answering between bites. However he does seem satisfied his pick of dessert is being well-received. ]
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Soooometimes you are one.
[ Watch him eat through one churro like a chipmunk. ]
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[ Unfortunately the easiest route is that it comes at Vash's expense. Wolfwood clicks his teeth as he internally realises that damn, maybe he should've gotten alcohol... but then again, drinking on the first day he's in town isn't something he typically does, but maybe it should be on the table later.
Maybe another night... a quiet evening in. Looking at Vash contemplatively like Wolfwood would challenge drinking him under the table except he's seen how much the guy can drink and still have perfect clarity if he so desires. ]
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When he looks over and catches Wolfwood watching him, he tilts his head because his cheeks are stuffed with food. "What's up?" ]
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You look like one of those squirrels.
[ Pointedly while Vash is just stuffing his face. Stop shoving the churro into your cheek and just eat like a normal person. ]
You haven't sworn off drinkin', have you?
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But, oh, question. There's a flash of nerves as he wonders if Wolfwood caught on that he was low-key day drinking out of depression. There's no way, so Vash's expression easily slips back to normal. ]
You did find me at a bar.
[ Shouldn't that be answer enough? He still knows how to enjoy drinking in the end. ]
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Guess I did.
[ But plenty of people can be at a bar and not drink. That one time he ordered a whiskey and didn't even end up drinking it whatsoever, even though he paid for it... stupid old man. The table was retribution.
It doesn't really matter to him, it's not like Wolfwood can control very aspect of Vash's coping mechanisms and drinking is one of the most common ones. And he has tried it himself. What's he gonna do, going around hypocritically criticising Vash for that. ]
I was more thinkin' for fun or to have with food though.
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People cope in different ways but I think maybe people shouldn't drown themselves in alcoholism but maybe that is just me who doesn't like alcohol much
Vash slows down eating because Wolfwood seldom drinks. He knows that. Also, listen, sometimes you order to stay in the bar... you know... ]
I'd like that. Maybe we can play a small drinking game sometime.
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[ Just because things are better doesn't mean it's completely safe. No Man's Land is notorious like that, and with the bounty still on Vash's head, there's always something. But it's a normal kind of danger now -- no shadows constantly scratching nails behind doors, no collar of death slowly dragging him towards hellish fate. He can spare a little bit behind closed doors now. Drink for pleasure, not to numb.
Anyway enlighten him what's your idea of a good drinking game. ]
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We never got to play King's Game together, huh... [ Because that was during memshare week and they were again separated for mental health reasons. ] I think it might be fun even if it's just us and there's a deck of cards in the desk.
[ Finishing his burrito and moves onto the quesadilla. ]
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Wasn't anythin' special about it, people just walked up to me and handed me cards. And sometimes just did shit without askin'.
[ He's thinking about Shu just abruptly dipping him into a kiss. He is lucky he didn't just sock him on the spot. He's going to reach over and pop open the desk to look at the deck of cards, wiping his hands off on a napkin to check them out. How ratty are these or are they pretty new. He's just having a look. ]
Gonna have to start considerin' ways to keep us entertained.
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[ Granted Vash didn't want to go to the party, drink, or play the game during memshare week... But the mini-events gave them five dollars. That's one cursed food item!
The cards are a bit worn, washed out in color, but overall in one piece. If he shuffles through them, he'll count that all cards are accounted for.
Food done... Dessert. He rattles the churro bag before offering Wolfwood some once he's done with the cards. ]
We could go on dates for fun sometimes.
[ While Vash is a wanted outlaw, apparently. If he wanted to be discreet, he would, but he's rather confident things will be fine. ]
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Cool, this means he doesn't have to go out and buy a fresh pack, or try to figure out games that could be playable with whatever missing cards slash figure out rule shifts to accommodate. He gives them a pleasant shuffle. He's always liked the feeling of slightly aged cards, well-used, more than brand new.
Being a wanted outlaw has literally never stopped Vash from doing anything he wants to do ever. So this doesn't strike Wolfwood as too odd. If they can dash out of town avoiding bullets, or dash in to grab an emergency inn for medical patching, trailing red after his coat, and still come out of it okay, then they can go on a date. ]
No movie theatres unless we head to a Numbered City. [ Fanning out the cards, adjusting a few, and returning it to a clean stack before putting it aside. Hand out, give him churro. ] No nice parks to walk around, or free food either.
[ Callback to their one UG indulgence date. ]
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