[ 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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[ 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. ]