[ Vash wasn't even sure... What is Wolfwood's favorite flavor for desserts. He only knows the guy really likes noodles of all types based on their travels. He'll begin gathering their trash and throwing it away now. ]
[ And maybe twice if they really like it. Wolfwood does not have a distinct favourite for when it comes to sweets, he hasn't indulged enough to pick one yet. ]
Of ice cream? I dunno. Vanilla, chocolate, they both were pretty good.
[ As basic as it is, vanilla is tasty... especially if it's proper vanilla. I cannot give an opinion on pistachio because I think it's bad on account of disliking nuts :(. Also help the fact that you had to specify unsexy, why is he whispering. Wolfwood raises a brow about it as he's finishing off his dessert, wiping his fingers off on a napkin and tossing it to the bin. Kobe... score. ]
You don't usually ask before you drape yourself all over me. Not plannin' anything funny, are you?
[ Are you sure you don't want him to move back to the bed rather than risk falling over in this desk + chair combo? ]
I like strawberry myself, but that's hard to come by. Vanilla's always a good choice.
[ Berries be a luxury, but real vanilla bean is also a luxury. He's whispering just for dramatic effect, sir... And with that he sits on Wolfwood's lap, legs dangled over one armrest while he settles against him. His head rests along his shoulder—no tomfoolery here.
They're balanced enough where they have no fear of toppling over. If Wolfwood thinks this is dangerous, then he can move them with his stiff biceps. ]
I've never sat on you before. [ Recalling things. No, he has sat on him. ] Like this. So I thought I'd ask
[ For the sake of being close, granted even if Wolfwood said no there was a chance he'd clamber on, anyway. ]
[ Why are you whispering DRAMATICALLY. It's fine, Wolfwood doesn't need real vanilla beans, that's so expensive for 10 minutes of flavourful joy?? He will settle for the vanilla extract. He lightly ghosts his hands over Vash's hips (non-sexy) as a safety measure to keep him steady in case he topples their balance, but they are safe from this danger. He'll just leave it comfortably there anyways. ]
Yeah, that's what I thought.
[ When Vash corrects himself because you have most certainly sat on him before. At least once in the UG alone, Wolfwood being a sore loser over his own nerfed ass, crushed beneath Vash's weight. ]
[ Wow, gay hand positions, as if Vash isn't just sitting on Wolfwood like a princess, long legs gently kicking back and forth from where they dangle. It isn't abrupt, so they stay upright and safe for now.
Something in him wants to comment on how he misses being able to overpower Wolfwood without considering tapping into his abnormal strength, but decides to let it go with a huff. Putting on a display and show, his tone changes to be higher-pitched. It's an attempt to sound like an impressionable person. ]
I am here to thank you, kind sir, for going out and getting us food.
[ It's only non-sexy, it's most certainly still gay. He is so tempted to give a shitheel response do you understand. He's debating it. Either that or being like knock it off with the higher pitched voice. ]
Yeah? Was your idea of thanking me just crushin' my thighs or what?
In case you forgot because you sometimes wanna think you're a lapdog -- you're a full-grown man.
[ Shifts his legs and Vash's weight on him to return it back to whatever feels most comfortable. You know how when you're sitting relaxed... thighs soft. But if you put great weight on top of that, it kinda hurts. It's that.
He draws his hand from Vash's hip up his back, applying a bit of pressure, a physical and implicit ask to come lean down a little. ]
Stop... How can he fight you when he feels that hand gently guiding him to lean down. He allows himself to be go wherever Wolfwood wants him, nesting more atop him despite the complaints about his weight as a full-grown man. He's... a little nervous because he doesn't remember the last time he was this close to someone for this long without it being a joke. Or his attempt at being wasted to hell. ]
Woof woof?
[ He can pretend to be a lapdog. Who can stop him?! ]
I was thinkin' about seein' if you'd let me kiss you, but between that and the fact that it still smells like food up close, I'm having second thoughts.
[ He was gonna kill two birds with one stone, distribute Vash's weight better and maybe steal a kiss. However it's hard allegedly when he's woofing at you, though it obviously doesn't stop him from sitting back in his seat a little more comfortably. ]
[ Some silence to pair with his surprise, no woof to be uttered or heard, since he isn't used to Wolfwood being affectionate... Their time in the Underground was fraught with stress and tension after all.
Well, since Wolfwood was wondering, Vash gives him a small peck. It isn't so much of an actual kiss as it's him pressing his face to Wolfwood's cheek. There's no small smacking noise or purse of his lips, no suffering a strong scent of burrito breath... Just the faint lingering aroma from food recently consumed clinging onto whatever it can.
You never know where life takes you... One day the apocalypse kicks off, the next you smell like beef, cheese, and fried dough. ]
[ The funny part really is that if he's in the right mood he can be very good at it. It's just that getting there is so unpredictable that it may as well be sheer luck. ]
You don't gotta look that surprised.
[ DAMN. He can be a little lovable sometimes, right? Right?! Anyway something about this makes him want to pet Vash's hair behind the ears. The inherent instinct to wish to pet animal, it is here. Does he still maintain that undercut?
Either way, somewhat sated by sorta-smooch-maybe-more-like-nuzzle. He turns his head though and brushes his lips against Vash's cheek, pressing a kiss against the high or his cheekbone. ]
[ I guess there's kind of an undercut because he recently got a trim, but his hair is down so there is technically hair behind his ears.
There's an abrupt jerk as he straightens up and it makes the chair creak under their combined weight. ]
It's not because it's unlike you!
[ Despite being shitty and critical of Wolfwood for jokes a lot of the time, some the worst of times for his own good, one of the last things Vash would ever say is that Wolfwood (or anyone) isn't a loving person. While both of them are far from normal people, he wants Wolfwood to know he isn't different from others...
He isn't heartless or cold, just annoying and mean (with purpose). ]
I'm just surprised because I'm not used to it—[ Then he receives the kiss and he shuts up immediately.
It's one thing if they're in a romantic or desperately gay mood... It's a different beast if it's spontaneous? It really is unpredictable coming from Wolfwood and Vash is trying to mentally comprehend all of this despite the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. ]
[ He snorts a little, rubbing fingers in a small circle where they still lie on a spot on Vash's back, in the small crook just under his shoulder blades. ]
Yeah, that's right. Shut up a little before you talk yourself into something.
[ He says, perfectly content to be like this. He wasn't even remotely offended, it's like mock offense. He knows he's rough and gruff around the edges, and being softer is something he's definitely going to have to work on with Vash. It's hard to let those spikes down when their entire time together, it's been walking on eggshells and mines for so many reasons.
This is easier for him, acts of service and physical affection. It's his return for not saying 'I love you back' earlier in favour of trying not to shrivel in on himself. Not in a bad way, just another thing he has to warm up to.
[ He suffers a second nuzzle-kiss a little more gracefully than the previous where no shocked expression rolls in, instead deflating and just resting against Wolfwood like a ragdoll. Head lolled on his shoulder, Vash buries his face in, nosing a little like some weasel. His embarrassment can hide here, in the (subjective) darkness, as if as long as he can't see Wolfwood that means that Wolfwood can't see him. ]
Talk myself into what. More holy kisses from the local priest?
[ blasphemous, but he's trying to make funny to cut through. There isn't nearly enough sass to it, though. ]
[ He may have freak eyes and senses but they do not let him have omnipresent vision. ]
I dunno, maybe I'll quit that job. Not exactly the best-sellin' gig I got.
[ Plus, while he's mostly fine with it, the occasional serious confession or being entrusted with someone's heavy grief is something he doesn't deserve. He'll respect the serious ones in the end, but he's been lately of the mind since the Ark that he's only better than one thing, and that's no ear to be listened to with.
They're all right. A priest who spills as much blood as him is a walking contradiction. He can still step in for things like funerals, prayers. Maybe be a bit of an undertaker, comma retired priest.
He pinches the back of Vash's shirt a little. ]
And then you won't be able to hold the holiness against me anymore.
[ It takes him a moment because it cements more that their lives really are going to change. It's odd to him, someone who is used to being an unchanging pillar as the hand of a clock ticks away, as dust gathers and claims... When people are beyond his reach, leaving gravestones behind as a reminder that they once lived. He stays behind, still himself, but shouldering burdens no one asked him to shoulder.
For once, the world is changing and his life in turn. He can experience what humans do... Forced to change in order to survive. He wonders if they can start living now. It's a thought, one he long left behind only to pick up recently and it comes to mind more than once, twice, or thrice. Vash is hopeful—the future seems so bright. It's a future where he thinks he can learn to want to exist without guilt.
He really is contemplating so many deep topics while draped on Wolfwood. Finally, he gets some words rolling, though he curls up a bit in Wolfwood's arms and noses closer to the base of his neck. ]
Woah... You're even turning in your clerical collar, not that you ever wore one.
[ The metaphorical collar, since Wolfwood likes to have his tits out. ]
I have to figure out what to call you since I can't call you a shitty priest anymore. What about little errand boy?
[ Nightow really did debate giving him one in early designs but he was like collar and deep v is too much I guess. ]
Nah, that's a different service.
[ That he doesn't actually offer to anyone, not even Vash. But really, Vash doesn't even have to ask. Wolfwood holds his own leash but still follows like a loyal dog. This is something he'll never give up no matter how the times change. ]
Don't think you need to double up on "little" and "boy". [ And he doesn't really like being called a boy either. ] You already went for Nicholas, you can keep using that. How about that?
[ His goth girl era choker... Not very catholic, but the spirit is there. Vash is actually not that well verse in the ways of church. Not that it matters. What matters is that Wolfwood leads the life he wants. Whether that means taking up the undertaker role part-time, who knows?
There's a little grumble before he whines. ]
But that's not a nickname. [ ... ] Should I crack open the window?
[ Vash's small inn room is really containing all this burrito and quesadilla aroma. ]
A clerical collar, clergy collar, or, informally, dog collar,[1][2][3] is an item of Christian clerical clothing.[4]
[ Unfortunately it may be one of the more Christian things he can do, granted it typically has no meaning other than that it's clergywear, I think. You really assigned their food smelly, sometimes the smell of food is good. Wolfwood shrugs. He isn't holding onto him too tightly, he is free to slink out whenever he wants. ]
If you feel like it, sure. Air should get cooler sooner or later.
[ YEAH, THE LITTLE COLLAR WITH THE WHITE BLOCK. Rather than smelly, the room is small... And tasty aroma will linger, in my opinion. Some people do not mind if their room smells like their food. I think Mexican food is inoffensive, but Vash doesn't know if maybe they want some fresh air?
Also nice cool desert breeze for small room. ]
Mm...
[ Vash hums, still seated on Wolfwood's lap, as if he doesn't want to quite leave yet as tempting as fresh air is. ]
[ Desert breeze should be nice. Hopefully they get one. Assigns nicer places in No Man's Land having those like, bug screens, except fine enough for sand. Are we in a nice enough inn. ]
Not seein' a lot of movin'.
[ Hands slooowly trying to make their way back to hanging on Vash... the time limit... ]
[ This place is a bit nicer. While it's a small room, the owners did invest in making their patrons comfortable... As much as they can afford, so this one has a fine mesh that keeps both bugs and sand out, but enough to let air in.
Vash stays on Wolfwood's lap, kicking his feet while they're hanging over the armrest. ]
You giving me a deadline or something? I'm going!
[ A small laugh before he wraps his arms around Wolfwood, twisting his body to do so, and gives him a little squeeze... As if asking him to give him this moment. Only then does he pry himself off and up to go to the window and slide it open. ]
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[ Vash wasn't even sure... What is Wolfwood's favorite flavor for desserts. He only knows the guy really likes noodles of all types based on their travels. He'll begin gathering their trash and throwing it away now. ]
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[ And maybe twice if they really like it. Wolfwood does not have a distinct favourite for when it comes to sweets, he hasn't indulged enough to pick one yet. ]
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[ Into the bin with all their garbage! And their little room is anew.
Does Wolfwood mind if he sits on his lap... The guy is in the chair still, right? He rests a hand on his thigh, but unsexy.
In a whisper: ]
May I sit here, too?
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[ As basic as it is, vanilla is tasty... especially if it's proper vanilla. I cannot give an opinion on pistachio because I think it's bad on account of disliking nuts :(. Also help the fact that you had to specify unsexy, why is he whispering. Wolfwood raises a brow about it as he's finishing off his dessert, wiping his fingers off on a napkin and tossing it to the bin. Kobe... score. ]
You don't usually ask before you drape yourself all over me. Not plannin' anything funny, are you?
[ Are you sure you don't want him to move back to the bed rather than risk falling over in this desk + chair combo? ]
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[ Berries be a luxury, but real vanilla bean is also a luxury. He's whispering just for dramatic effect, sir... And with that he sits on Wolfwood's lap, legs dangled over one armrest while he settles against him. His head rests along his shoulder—no tomfoolery here.
They're balanced enough where they have no fear of toppling over. If Wolfwood thinks this is dangerous, then he can move them with his stiff biceps. ]
I've never sat on you before. [ Recalling things. No, he has sat on him. ] Like this. So I thought I'd ask
[ For the sake of being close, granted even if Wolfwood said no there was a chance he'd clamber on, anyway. ]
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Yeah, that's what I thought.
[ When Vash corrects himself because you have most certainly sat on him before. At least once in the UG alone, Wolfwood being a sore loser over his own nerfed ass, crushed beneath Vash's weight. ]
So, to what do I owe this visit?
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Something in him wants to comment on how he misses being able to overpower Wolfwood without considering tapping into his abnormal strength, but decides to let it go with a huff. Putting on a display and show, his tone changes to be higher-pitched. It's an attempt to sound like an impressionable person. ]
I am here to thank you, kind sir, for going out and getting us food.
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Yeah? Was your idea of thanking me just crushin' my thighs or what?
[ Shitheel it is. ]
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The tone drops because HE HAS TO FIGHT. ]
Your legs that weak?
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[ Shifts his legs and Vash's weight on him to return it back to whatever feels most comfortable. You know how when you're sitting relaxed... thighs soft. But if you put great weight on top of that, it kinda hurts. It's that.
He draws his hand from Vash's hip up his back, applying a bit of pressure, a physical and implicit ask to come lean down a little. ]
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Stop... How can he fight you when he feels that hand gently guiding him to lean down. He allows himself to be go wherever Wolfwood wants him, nesting more atop him despite the complaints about his weight as a full-grown man. He's... a little nervous because he doesn't remember the last time he was this close to someone for this long without it being a joke. Or his attempt at being wasted to hell. ]
Woof woof?
[ He can pretend to be a lapdog. Who can stop him?! ]
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[ He was gonna kill two birds with one stone, distribute Vash's weight better and maybe steal a kiss. However it's hard allegedly when he's woofing at you, though it obviously doesn't stop him from sitting back in his seat a little more comfortably. ]
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[ Some silence to pair with his surprise, no woof to be uttered or heard, since he isn't used to Wolfwood being affectionate... Their time in the Underground was fraught with stress and tension after all.
Well, since Wolfwood was wondering, Vash gives him a small peck. It isn't so much of an actual kiss as it's him pressing his face to Wolfwood's cheek. There's no small smacking noise or purse of his lips, no suffering a strong scent of burrito breath... Just the faint lingering aroma from food recently consumed clinging onto whatever it can.
You never know where life takes you... One day the apocalypse kicks off, the next you smell like beef, cheese, and fried dough. ]
There.
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You don't gotta look that surprised.
[ DAMN. He can be a little lovable sometimes, right? Right?! Anyway something about this makes him want to pet Vash's hair behind the ears. The inherent instinct to wish to pet animal, it is here. Does he still maintain that undercut?
Either way, somewhat sated by sorta-smooch-maybe-more-like-nuzzle. He turns his head though and brushes his lips against Vash's cheek, pressing a kiss against the high or his cheekbone. ]
There, I was goin' more for something like this.
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There's an abrupt jerk as he straightens up and it makes the chair creak under their combined weight. ]
It's not because it's unlike you!
[ Despite being shitty and critical of Wolfwood for jokes a lot of the time, some the worst of times for his own good, one of the last things Vash would ever say is that Wolfwood (or anyone) isn't a loving person. While both of them are far from normal people, he wants Wolfwood to know he isn't different from others...
He isn't heartless or cold, just annoying and mean (with purpose). ]
I'm just surprised because I'm not used to it—[ Then he receives the kiss and he shuts up immediately.
It's one thing if they're in a romantic or desperately gay mood... It's a different beast if it's spontaneous? It really is unpredictable coming from Wolfwood and Vash is trying to mentally comprehend all of this despite the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. ]
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Yeah, that's right. Shut up a little before you talk yourself into something.
[ He says, perfectly content to be like this. He wasn't even remotely offended, it's like mock offense. He knows he's rough and gruff around the edges, and being softer is something he's definitely going to have to work on with Vash. It's hard to let those spikes down when their entire time together, it's been walking on eggshells and mines for so many reasons.
This is easier for him, acts of service and physical affection. It's his return for not saying 'I love you back' earlier in favour of trying not to shrivel in on himself. Not in a bad way, just another thing he has to warm up to.
Suffer and have a second nuzzle-kiss. ]
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Talk myself into what. More holy kisses from the local priest?
[ blasphemous, but he's trying to make funny to cut through. There isn't nearly enough sass to it, though. ]
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I dunno, maybe I'll quit that job. Not exactly the best-sellin' gig I got.
[ Plus, while he's mostly fine with it, the occasional serious confession or being entrusted with someone's heavy grief is something he doesn't deserve. He'll respect the serious ones in the end, but he's been lately of the mind since the Ark that he's only better than one thing, and that's no ear to be listened to with.
They're all right. A priest who spills as much blood as him is a walking contradiction. He can still step in for things like funerals, prayers. Maybe be a bit of an undertaker, comma retired priest.
He pinches the back of Vash's shirt a little. ]
And then you won't be able to hold the holiness against me anymore.
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For once, the world is changing and his life in turn. He can experience what humans do... Forced to change in order to survive. He wonders if they can start living now. It's a thought, one he long left behind only to pick up recently and it comes to mind more than once, twice, or thrice. Vash is hopeful—the future seems so bright. It's a future where he thinks he can learn to want to exist without guilt.
He really is contemplating so many deep topics while draped on Wolfwood. Finally, he gets some words rolling, though he curls up a bit in Wolfwood's arms and noses closer to the base of his neck. ]
Woah... You're even turning in your clerical collar, not that you ever wore one.
[ The metaphorical collar, since Wolfwood likes to have his tits out. ]
I have to figure out what to call you since I can't call you a shitty priest anymore. What about little errand boy?
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Nah, that's a different service.
[ That he doesn't actually offer to anyone, not even Vash. But really, Vash doesn't even have to ask. Wolfwood holds his own leash but still follows like a loyal dog. This is something he'll never give up no matter how the times change. ]
Don't think you need to double up on "little" and "boy". [ And he doesn't really like being called a boy either. ] You already went for Nicholas, you can keep using that. How about that?
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There's a little grumble before he whines. ]
But that's not a nickname. [ ... ] Should I crack open the window?
[ Vash's small inn room is really containing all this burrito and quesadilla aroma. ]
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[ Unfortunately it may be one of the more Christian things he can do, granted it typically has no meaning other than that it's clergywear, I think. You really assigned their food smelly, sometimes the smell of food is good. Wolfwood shrugs. He isn't holding onto him too tightly, he is free to slink out whenever he wants. ]
If you feel like it, sure. Air should get cooler sooner or later.
[ Desert nights... ]
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Also nice cool desert breeze for small room. ]
Mm...
[ Vash hums, still seated on Wolfwood's lap, as if he doesn't want to quite leave yet as tempting as fresh air is. ]
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Not seein' a lot of movin'.
[ Hands slooowly trying to make their way back to hanging on Vash... the time limit... ]
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Vash stays on Wolfwood's lap, kicking his feet while they're hanging over the armrest. ]
You giving me a deadline or something? I'm going!
[ A small laugh before he wraps his arms around Wolfwood, twisting his body to do so, and gives him a little squeeze... As if asking him to give him this moment. Only then does he pry himself off and up to go to the window and slide it open. ]
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