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? ]
[ Typical Humanoid Typhoon behaviour, honestly. Yeah his (Krabs Voice) meaty thighs are just there, still clothed in whatever somewhat rough-thread slacks he found for cheap. Tough enough to handle the sands, but sacrificing softness for it.
He eases up on the pressure on the pillow entirely as he raises a brow. ]
[ Vash pats Wolfwood's thigh twice before leaving his hand there. Both hands are just settled on them since he can't reasonably hug Wolfwood in this position.
Given what you did just seconds ago? You got memory like a goldfish when it's convenient, huh.
[ Earth sayings that still make it 150 years later. He bonks Vash one more time with the pillow like it's a puff before slowly sliding it down, letting him reveal himself.
Looking down at him. Hello sir. They really did just devolve into lowkey rough-housing instead of trying to get to sleep. ]
[ A little fake yelp as he gets bopped by the pillow. ]
It wasn't that bad.
[ Bright big blue eyes peering over the pillow as Wolfwood slowly slides it down. I do not have a peeking icon, but imagine that's what's there. They really are just having a boys' night in, wrestling over... What again? Teasing Wolfwood for being so charming.
Anyway, Wolfwood is slowly sliding down the pillow to reveal Vash... And Vash is here, smiling. ]
[ But not that stimulating, either, is what's implied. Vash isn't looking at the ceiling though. Instead, his gaze is on Wolfwood, admiring him despite how he needs a haircut and his full weight is crushing him. There are no words spoken... It's obvious from the way Vash looks at him.
There isn't a heated desire behind his eyes. It's simply love, so much of it swimming in blue. It goes without saying that based on Vash's expression, what he means is that the view is perfect. ]
[ It sends some kind of feeling over his body, being met with a look like that. The notion would've been that it makes his skin crawl, but that isn't quite right. More like a prickling over his skin, he thinks is more accurate.
It doesn't feel right that Vash would look at him like that. Wolfwood is going to feel this way for a while, maybe even forever, but it makes no difference that he likes it being aimed at him even if it feels like he'll be the one suffocating in it. Meeting those too-blue eyes feels like drowning, like literally nothing else would matter in the universe. It shows subtly in his own eyes, how easily he snaps and splinters under that look, cracking in an instant. ]
You little shit, after doing that to me. "Sleepy yet", my ass.
[ Muttering but with an absolute lack of bite behind them as he finally lets Vash off, by which it means he stops sitting on him full haul and flops down next to him. ]
[ The gay Holy Spirit really got you there, son of God. The emotion behind his gaze does not falter, does not wither, and unfortunately for Wolfwood he has to suffer love pure, deep, and unconditional for as long as he lives. Vash is inclined to hide and leave words unsaid, but his heart stays on his sleeve... Anyone with a discerning eye can read him, whether they can read through the depths is a different matter.
Perhaps it's a curse or blessing to understand him as much as Wolfwood does—Vash can only hope that his love isn't a burden, that it doesn't weigh heavy and crush him. That is his wish when he sees a shift in his dark eyes.
When Wolfwood folds, emotionally and physically, his thumb rubs his thigh a bit as an unspoken apology before his hands retreat to give him space to settle beside him. Vash samples being close first, but not pressed against him yet. ]
You were trying to hog the sheets and you expected me not to retaliate a little? [ They are going to pass on blame, but speaking of sheets Vash will pull it over both of them. They can be cozy, even if this bed is too small for two grown men. ] I'm going to try to sleep first, then.
[ Because of his early shift and yet Vash is... Still here. Eyes open. Watching Wolfwood. ]
[ By smothering Vash with it, although he did follow it up with kisses, so therefore Wolfwood is absolved of all blame in the matter. He tries to adjust a bit, but it's hard because not only are they two full-grown men, they are two large full-grown men. Limbs are tangled and there's nothing either of them can do to prevent this outside of one of them simply sleeping on the ground. ]
. . .
[ He's here... being stared at... he'd try to go to bed but he is just staring back. Not so much romantic in this moment as it is the vibe of trying to sleep but your cat is just there. Watching you. ]
You're checkin' out of this room tomorrow and we're gettin' a double instead.
[ Their legs can be tangled a bit, then. His eyebrows arch, incredulous. ]
Gave them back? You used them to trap me.
[ But he guesses that really is the same... Why are they both staring at each other like this in bed? Is there something going on? Vash does not wonder this because he at least knows why he's watching Wolfwood. Even earlier before the nap, Vash stayed up a little longer to watch him sleep.
It's right to say it isn't so much romantic, unless there's a fire to be had for when you fear that the person in front of you will disappear after you slumber—that when you wake up, this was all a dream. He sounds an affirmative and content hum. ]
Okay, I will. Any other accommodations you're looking for, Mister Wolfwood?
Just lookin' to have enough room to maybe lie on my back and spread out a bit. Stretch my legs. Everythin' else is up to you.
[ Not that he minds the close proximity, but having more space would be nice. Also don't ask me why they're staring at each other when Vash stared first. ]
You can quit starin' at me inches from my face. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Hey........ I'm allowed to ask why Wolfwood is staring back. Usually, Vash would kick up a fuss that's slightly huffy, maybe tossing in a "I'm not worried about that" and "it's not like I need you around all the time."
But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
[ Stop staring back weirdo. Well, Wolfwood doesn't get to decide that because Vash does close his eyes, relief washing over him. ]
I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]
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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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He eases up on the pressure on the pillow entirely as he raises a brow. ]
Yeah? What is it.
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[ Vash pats Wolfwood's thigh twice before leaving his hand there. Both hands are just settled on them since he can't reasonably hug Wolfwood in this position.
Silence. Then a little squirm underneath. ]
... Wanna take the pillow off of my face?
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[ Earth sayings that still make it 150 years later. He bonks Vash one more time with the pillow like it's a puff before slowly sliding it down, letting him reveal himself.
Looking down at him. Hello sir. They really did just devolve into lowkey rough-housing instead of trying to get to sleep. ]
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It wasn't that bad.
[ Bright big blue eyes peering over the pillow as Wolfwood slowly slides it down. I do not have a peeking icon, but imagine that's what's there. They really are just having a boys' night in, wrestling over... What again? Teasing Wolfwood for being so charming.
Anyway, Wolfwood is slowly sliding down the pillow to reveal Vash... And Vash is here, smiling. ]
Hey.
[ Hi! ]
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[ Responded in kind with a wryness, but not without amusement as well. He'll push the pillow off though he's still sat on him. ]
How's the view?
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[ But not that stimulating, either, is what's implied. Vash isn't looking at the ceiling though. Instead, his gaze is on Wolfwood, admiring him despite how he needs a haircut and his full weight is crushing him. There are no words spoken... It's obvious from the way Vash looks at him.
There isn't a heated desire behind his eyes. It's simply love, so much of it swimming in blue. It goes without saying that based on Vash's expression, what he means is that the view is perfect. ]
Sleepy yet?
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It doesn't feel right that Vash would look at him like that. Wolfwood is going to feel this way for a while, maybe even forever, but it makes no difference that he likes it being aimed at him even if it feels like he'll be the one suffocating in it. Meeting those too-blue eyes feels like drowning, like literally nothing else would matter in the universe. It shows subtly in his own eyes, how easily he snaps and splinters under that look, cracking in an instant. ]
You little shit, after doing that to me. "Sleepy yet", my ass.
[ Muttering but with an absolute lack of bite behind them as he finally lets Vash off, by which it means he stops sitting on him full haul and flops down next to him. ]
Can't say I'm tired, but I could get comfortable.
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Perhaps it's a curse or blessing to understand him as much as Wolfwood does—Vash can only hope that his love isn't a burden, that it doesn't weigh heavy and crush him. That is his wish when he sees a shift in his dark eyes.
When Wolfwood folds, emotionally and physically, his thumb rubs his thigh a bit as an unspoken apology before his hands retreat to give him space to settle beside him. Vash samples being close first, but not pressed against him yet. ]
You were trying to hog the sheets and you expected me not to retaliate a little? [ They are going to pass on blame, but speaking of sheets Vash will pull it over both of them. They can be cozy, even if this bed is too small for two grown men. ] I'm going to try to sleep first, then.
[ Because of his early shift and yet Vash is... Still here. Eyes open. Watching Wolfwood. ]
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[ By smothering Vash with it, although he did follow it up with kisses, so therefore Wolfwood is absolved of all blame in the matter. He tries to adjust a bit, but it's hard because not only are they two full-grown men, they are two large full-grown men. Limbs are tangled and there's nothing either of them can do to prevent this outside of one of them simply sleeping on the ground. ]
. . .
[ He's here... being stared at... he'd try to go to bed but he is just staring back. Not so much romantic in this moment as it is the vibe of trying to sleep but your cat is just there. Watching you. ]
You're checkin' out of this room tomorrow and we're gettin' a double instead.
[ Helpfully and pointedly. ]
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Gave them back? You used them to trap me.
[ But he guesses that really is the same... Why are they both staring at each other like this in bed? Is there something going on? Vash does not wonder this because he at least knows why he's watching Wolfwood. Even earlier before the nap, Vash stayed up a little longer to watch him sleep.
It's right to say it isn't so much romantic, unless there's a fire to be had for when you fear that the person in front of you will disappear after you slumber—that when you wake up, this was all a dream. He sounds an affirmative and content hum. ]
Okay, I will. Any other accommodations you're looking for, Mister Wolfwood?
[ Unhelpfully and pointedly. ]
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[ Not that he minds the close proximity, but having more space would be nice. Also don't ask me why they're staring at each other when Vash stared first. ]
You can quit starin' at me inches from my face. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Helpfully but unpointedly. ]
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But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
He masks it with a smile. ]
Is that a promise?
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Yeah.
[ It is. ]
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I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
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He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]