[ Vash lets out an audible "aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" as he's being noogied and the attempts at tickling comes to a halt. His hands come to take Wolfwood's wrists in attempts to stop him. This is actually a huge struggle. ]
[ Wolfwood can do that, but he has to fight him for it. I actually rolled a twenty this time, but Vash will let it happen after a little violent struggle.
[ you are rolling well today or maybe I just roll poorly when it matters ]
Just admit it.
[ Vash skirts his hands back on Wolfwood's sides, but doesn't tickle yet. It's very threatening, though. Or as threatening getting tickled by Vash is. ]
[ I usually roll worse OR it's specifically the numbers 15 and 17, nothing else. ]
I ain't gotta admit shit.
[ He, like Michel, feels the need to put on a brave face. He will not bend to this, even if he genuinely isn't a huge fan of tickling. His eyes are narrowed somewhat in wariness even as he's on top of Vash. ]
[ very few times did you win a wake up roll. Anyway, Vash simply rests his hands on the small of Wolfwood's back, comfortable and folded atop his lumbar. No tickling for now, though he does smooth small circles with his thumb over Wolfwood's shirt. ]
If you're honest with me, I'll give you a reward?
[ Since a hard working man should be rewarded, right? This would be a small little leap, too, for something nice. ]
It's not an IOU if I can fulfill this one right away!
[ He continues to massage little circles against Wolfwood's back, attempting to sooth him. Maybe help him relax while he's on top of him, crushing him with his assassin body weight. ]
Yeah? I remember you promisin' me something a little grandiose. And I don't see a kitchen around.
[ Because as he recalls, it was something like make him breakfast. Disgustingly domiciled, the thought of it almost starting a nervous kind of rush down his spine. Absolutely domestic. ]
All my suggestions weren't cuttin' it, 'cause you said you could give me all that already.
[ Is this little comfort rub not a freebie sir? (Teasing.) ]
I didn't think you'd be particular about the details.
[ Vash really didn't think conditions and levels would matter, but now he has to get into that perspective.
Stop... The mini massage is definitely a freebie... Vash is just indulging a little, even though Wolfwood's against him and he can very much feel he's here. It may have been some hours since they met, but he's still elated to have him back. ]
It'll be something a little smaller. I guess... Different. If you're honest with me and tell me if you're ticklish or not.
[ He may act like an idiot around Vash most of the time but he is smart, believe it or not. Brain damage got nothing on him. Also he's just teasing him, ultimately he really would take whatever Vash wants to give him, it's just that he's also enough of a shit to hold some things over his head still when convenient. ]
I don't know if any prize is gonna be worth givin' you that information.
[ Raising his brows like. That is so dangerous. ]
Besides, I told you already that anyone's gonna have a reaction if you poke 'em hard enough.
[ Vash knows that he's smart, but sometimes it really is hard to believe. They have the stupidest arguments, sometimes the stupidest conversations, and just thinking back on how Wolfwood reacted to his confession would be funny if it didn't also remind him how he also murdered that very same night.
... But he doesn't blame him. Their circumstances have put them to a corner... And he wished he could have better supported him. That's the past, though, and he lets it pass him as just a thought. A small regret. ]
So you are ticklish.
[ Hehe. Arms warp up higher, arms running along his back, as he nuzzles into Wolfwood's neck. Lips gently ghost against his pulse before brushing against his skin. Kisses line along the crook, up to the shell of his ear, and there's a small imprint, just a bit of teeth before he continues laying on the affectionate kisses.
Isn't this a nice reward? A little different? Vash also likes playing along. It's fun... And gives him more courage to try some things.
But, ultimately, he is a goblin and he had been scheming. The dusting of kisses were meant to be ticklish, then when he presses his lips against Wolfwood's neck one more time it comes with a blow. Just a big BLRRT noise right beside his ear, wet sensation against his neck. ]
[ He was really going through it that week. Unfortunately for you, he's a tool, and also a bit of a twisted idealist in comparison to Vash's more honest one. He'll still dirty his own hands if he must, but staining another person's hands on the way down was never something he wants to do let alone Vash the Stampede, who he unfortunately pedestals a little bit. ]
I bet you are too.
[ He's still wary fuck you, though being wary doesn't stop him from indulging a little bit. He hums in a weighing way, fingers brushing down Vash's wrists to his forearms in a light and watchful hold. Despite his best guard though, this is new enough to succeed in distracting him, head tilting back by the smallest fraction but a mile more than he would for anyone else. Baring his throat is like an animal showing you its underside -- trust.
Even if yeah, he's just BETRAYED. Go figure, he had expected this and yet here he is anyway. He jerks and barely withholds a yelp as he does an awkward move of seemingly attempting to jerk away, before instead choosing to grab the threadbare pillow midway through the move and shove that right into Vash's face instead. ]
Fuck off! It ain't a prize if you screw around with it!
[ NYEHEHEHE!!! Vash lets out a stifled maniac cackle behind the scratchy pillow, pleased with himself. This is what trust earned him, a little goblin laying onto him playful but genuine affection. Sometimes sweet, sometimes annoying.
Well, he got what he wanted, so he doesn't do more then comfortably and happily stay under him with the pillow still on his face. Doesn't even attempt to fight back. ]
[ He's half-debating not letting Vash hug him or moving his position to just sit on him, or when he should give up. No, not yet. He has been scorned and he must get his due first.
He does ease up on the smothering a little bit because he doesn't actually want Vash to suffer under this, but he is dodging these spindly arms and sitting up a bit more proper. ]
[ Well, Vash doesn't get the pillow off of his face on his own since his hands rather be searching for Wolfwood instead. This must look incredibly stupid to anyone else.
I suppose his hands can find? Wolfwood's thighs? ]
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MERCY!!
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What's that?!
[ TRY AGAIN ]
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I surrender!
[ HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY!!! ]
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I dunno that I believe you.
[ Maybe you're lying about surrendering to look for another opening, how about that. ]
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[ Wolfwood is HEAVY and NOT SOFT. Are his hands free if he lets go of Wolfwood's wrists?
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He doesn't immediately go in for a tickle. Yet. ]
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[ Aka his way to be annoying back right now. Sure, his hands can be free. ]
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There's just silence as he's crushed. ]
So you are ticklish.
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Does anyone like gettin' their body prodded like that?
[ Be real, everybody has some kind of reaction. ]
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Just admit it.
[ Vash skirts his hands back on Wolfwood's sides, but doesn't tickle yet. It's very threatening, though. Or as threatening getting tickled by Vash is. ]
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I ain't gotta admit shit.
[ He, like Michel, feels the need to put on a brave face. He will not bend to this, even if he genuinely isn't a huge fan of tickling. His eyes are narrowed somewhat in wariness even as he's on top of Vash. ]
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If you're honest with me, I'll give you a reward?
[ Since a hard working man should be rewarded, right? This would be a small little leap, too, for something nice. ]
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I thought you already owed me one reward as it was.
[ Leaning down, but not too close because you're still on thin ice. ]
Dunno how wise it is to start rackin' up IOUs for my show of virtues.
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[ He continues to massage little circles against Wolfwood's back, attempting to sooth him. Maybe help him relax while he's on top of him, crushing him with his assassin body weight. ]
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[ Because as he recalls, it was something like make him breakfast. Disgustingly domiciled, the thought of it almost starting a nervous kind of rush down his spine. Absolutely domestic. ]
All my suggestions weren't cuttin' it, 'cause you said you could give me all that already.
[ Is this little comfort rub not a freebie sir? (Teasing.) ]
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[ Vash really didn't think conditions and levels would matter, but now he has to get into that perspective.
Stop... The mini massage is definitely a freebie... Vash is just indulging a little, even though Wolfwood's against him and he can very much feel he's here. It may have been some hours since they met, but he's still elated to have him back. ]
It'll be something a little smaller. I guess... Different. If you're honest with me and tell me if you're ticklish or not.
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[ He may act like an idiot around Vash most of the time but he is smart, believe it or not. Brain damage got nothing on him. Also he's just teasing him, ultimately he really would take whatever Vash wants to give him, it's just that he's also enough of a shit to hold some things over his head still when convenient. ]
I don't know if any prize is gonna be worth givin' you that information.
[ Raising his brows like. That is so dangerous. ]
Besides, I told you already that anyone's gonna have a reaction if you poke 'em hard enough.
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... But he doesn't blame him. Their circumstances have put them to a corner... And he wished he could have better supported him. That's the past, though, and he lets it pass him as just a thought. A small regret. ]
So you are ticklish.
[ Hehe. Arms warp up higher, arms running along his back, as he nuzzles into Wolfwood's neck. Lips gently ghost against his pulse before brushing against his skin. Kisses line along the crook, up to the shell of his ear, and there's a small imprint, just a bit of teeth before he continues laying on the affectionate kisses.
Isn't this a nice reward? A little different? Vash also likes playing along. It's fun... And gives him more courage to try some things.
But, ultimately, he is a goblin and he had been scheming. The dusting of kisses were meant to be ticklish, then when he presses his lips against Wolfwood's neck one more time it comes with a blow. Just a big BLRRT noise right beside his ear, wet sensation against his neck. ]
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I bet you are too.
[ He's still wary fuck you, though being wary doesn't stop him from indulging a little bit. He hums in a weighing way, fingers brushing down Vash's wrists to his forearms in a light and watchful hold. Despite his best guard though, this is new enough to succeed in distracting him, head tilting back by the smallest fraction but a mile more than he would for anyone else. Baring his throat is like an animal showing you its underside -- trust.
Even if yeah, he's just BETRAYED. Go figure, he had expected this and yet here he is anyway. He jerks and barely withholds a yelp as he does an awkward move of seemingly attempting to jerk away, before instead choosing to grab the threadbare pillow midway through the move and shove that right into Vash's face instead. ]
Fuck off! It ain't a prize if you screw around with it!
[ Not upset, however, he will fight. ]
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Well, he got what he wanted, so he doesn't do more then comfortably and happily stay under him with the pillow still on his face. Doesn't even attempt to fight back. ]
Most of it was nice, right? That's something!
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Sorry, can't hear you.
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[ Tries to hug him despite being suffocated by the pillow. His voice is still muffled, but it is obvious what he's calling for him. ]
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[ He's half-debating not letting Vash hug him or moving his position to just sit on him, or when he should give up. No, not yet. He has been scorned and he must get his due first.
He does ease up on the smothering a little bit because he doesn't actually want Vash to suffer under this, but he is dodging these spindly arms and sitting up a bit more proper. ]
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[ Well, Vash doesn't get the pillow off of his face on his own since his hands rather be searching for Wolfwood instead. This must look incredibly stupid to anyone else.
I suppose his hands can find? Wolfwood's thighs? ]
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