[ All of those count as being on Vash's side, apparently. Wolfwood is mean. He squints into the room and honestly, it's fine. Cleaner, whiter than what he's used to. He glances down at the floor and pictures out how the mattress will be laid out, and it's really not all that bad. Cramped if they're in here all day, but he doubts that'll be the case. ]
[ He has no rebuttal to that... Because Wolfwood does come to save his ass, even though Vash could get himself out of trouble himself. It isn't about that, it's about company. Even if the foundation of their journey before was wrought with deception, Vash appreciated Wolfwood, nevertheless.
Even now when he pouts a little until they talk about getting clean. ]
Go ahead.
[ He gives him the go. Vash instead will be cleaning up the room a little, even though it's empty... I suppose it's more that he starts hanging stuff in the storage closet. ]
[ He thought about snarking a little bit but he decides against it because he appreciates the little things and showers! They are major!! So his cross goes resting on the wall near the door and he's slipping off with a change of clothes for some sweet sweet cleanliness and a shave. I assign him not a major beard grower but it can be enough to where it gets annoying and scratchy. Does the colony have scented soaps.
He'll be out in like twenty with semi-wet hair, towel over his shoulders, pants on but cooling off a bit before he throws on a shirt. He's got a plain dark sweater in his hands, something more presentable and hopefully more fitting for the place. ]
[ They have nice soaps, but mostly natural smells. Spices, earthy stuff, or floral.
Wolfwood should keep flirting with him. Vash doesn't have a bunch of insecurities here that will run wild since there are no WEEKLY EFFECTS attacking his ass. When Wolfwood comes back out, he stands up from sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand nearby, likely he spent his time texting friends? Maybe? Looking at photos, too.
A set of new clothes hangs off the crook of his elbow, but he reaches up to take the tower with both hands and gently tousle Wolfwood's wet hair a little. Something about... All of this, Vash finds it endearing. ]
Enjoyed your shower?
[ There are no wonky temperature problems with the water here. Can he come close enough where he can maybe smell what kind of shampoo Wolfwood used. ]
He's tousled. He makes some kind of unamused grunt at towel in his face, but it's the kind where you can tell it's just pure noise. ]
Yeah, water's hot. Better take it before somebody else beats you to it.
[ He doesn't know how the ship's water system works but gods know there is sometimes a race for hot water in the motels!! Lukewarm when you want it cold, lukewarm when you want it hot. Just great.
Decrees his shampoo to be the scent of the body wash I like rn which is supposedly Oatmeal & Kale. It sounds weird on paper but it really smells good. ]
The ship's water system is refined enough where we don't need to worry about that.
[ i kind of like how oatmeal smells and tastes so i imagine this smells good anyway
Vash cups Wolfwood's cheeks under the towel, giving his shave a little polish even though he can't feel it with fabric in between. For a moment, he admires him... And he would have admired him a second too long if Wolfwood didn't speak up again. One last towel rustle before he walks over to the room's control panel. ]
Yeah, go ahead.
[ He pushes a button and the vents gently flare open for air circulation. Smoke away!!! Nice that there's not much in the room for smoke to sink into because he would maybe complain about that. There's just a framed photo on the desk.
[ Bleh. He sticks his tongue out a bit when his face is Hold. Admire this, fucko. He does raise a brow when the structure in the walls just move like that with a push of a button, glancing up at the vents. Man, advanced places are weird when you're from the equivalent of the backwaters, and pretty much stayed that way. ]
Huh. Alright.
[ If Vash said no he'd either suck it up or go outside but it's fine, he'll stay here. Cool! Convenient. He isn't like, a pryer, especially of Vash's history and secrets when Wolfwood isn't exactly generous with sharing his, but it's probably hard to not accidentally glance and see the photo. What's on it.
When Vash returns he'll find Wolfwood just sitting on the floor by the bed, cigarette between his teeth and his eyes closed, fiddling around with a small piece of ratchet metal. He pushes the bar with his thumb, its clicking noise quiet but steady. He cracks an eye open just to glance at him. ]
[ Fortunately, the room stays a room and he doesn't disappear to go on an abrupt Thursday trip.
Vash is used to it and they've stayed in places with less air flow, but he's considerate enough for everyone else who might have to clean his room. Dust won't be the only thing that greets them. Congratulations, now smoke, too. He can imagine the small complaints... Anyway, it's an aged photo with Rem, Vash, and Knives. With burnt edges and tears along the film, it's barely kept together in one piece, but the frame keeps it in place.
After maybe fifteen minutes, he pops out clothed in some comfy shorts with his only arm towel drying his hair (the cybernetic arm is in the bathroom). After two steps forward, there's a halt when he catches Wolfwood's gaze. ]
You could have left and checked stuff out if you wanted.
[ Granted, he assumes Wolfwood has his own reasons for not leaving yet. The room is small already, so Vash doesn't sit shoulder to shoulder when he walks over. Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
did wolfwood ever wear his sweater or is he still here shirtless ]
[ OOCly I knew what it'd be but this is Wolfwood's first time in Vash's childhood bedroom. He obviously recognises Knives, and he can make a limited guess on who the lady is even though he's only heard Vash mention her a handful of times.
He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
[ So they get stuff done. In their church. You know? Vash is basically sitting next to Wolfwood, but on the edge of his bed instead of the floor. He continues to fix his hair, brushing his bangs a bit so he can admire his eyes for a moment.
Bangs can be brushed back into place now as he stands back up, hands on his hips as he ponders. ]
Well, I wanted to say 'hi' to some more people. [ He means everyone. ] Check in with the kids.
[ Kids (general) not kids (specifically the orphanage). ]
Most. Doesn't mean I'm the only one on the entire planet that does.
[ Wow way to generalise, Mr. Love & Peace & Acceptance. He just makes the slightest wrinkle of his nose as his bangs are briefly brushed away just to be brushed back. His brows were raised when he made eye contact. What's that goofy look for. ]
So, meet-n-greet, round 2, basically.
[ He starts getting up with a grunt. He may as well make sure his hair really is dry enough (damp, not wet) and that he looks presentable for good measure before they start roaming around again... by which, it's really Vash roaming around, and Wolfwood lurks. ]
[ I said hands on his hips last tag, but he doesn't have his other arm attached. Just pretend his half arm moved in the same way as if he could place that hand on his hip.
He'll attach it now before looking over his shoulder to Wolfwood. ]
Yeah, basically. [ ... ] If you wanted to stay here and relax some more, that's fine, too. I can come back to pick you up and we'll eat dinner at the cafeteria.
[ It's a long travel and he knows the nerves were wound tight as they ascended to this peak. With that, he starts getting dressed, but in his other set of casual clothes that make him look like just a guy. ]
[ It's a vibe, and he still has one arm. It's good enough. ]
The hell am I gonna do sittin' around 'til the afternoon?
[ It may arguably be worse. It's a nice room with a bit of homeliness to it, but he could use the exercise anyway. 'Exercise', like trailing around the ship is remotely more strenuous than dragging themselves through the sands, but hey.
That is to say yeah he'll come along. Cross ready because he won't know what to do with his hands otherwise, waiting for Vash to give the okay to go. ]
[ With their two suns, midday naps are kind of a thing, aren't they. Anyway, he gives Wolfwood a soft smile after he worms his head out of the hoodie. Will Wolfwood also hoodie...
When they're ready, they can leave the room and take a nice walk through the ship halls. Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't leave without his gun. Even if no living bounty hunter can compare to Knives' band of crazies, you never know. ]
How much did you get to see of the colony, anyway?
[ He's curious since they left rather quick last time. ]
He doesn't have a hoodie he has a normal sweater, nice loose but not too-loose fit. ]
Eh.
[ He'll consider the nap. He's thinking about the question because... well... he followed Vash into the open room where Leonov awaited, and he fled up to safety on an upper beam pathway. And then tanked Ninelives down into the depths, probably something like storage hull. He frowns a little bit -- his memory of the entire event is a bit hazy between adrenaline and delirium, but he remembers the trails of red, staining all the walls with that freak's blood. Their arm crushed and torn off under a door.
He blinks vaguely, the image in his mind contrasting sharply with the clean and white walls now. That must've been a nasty clean-up for the folks here. ]
...Not a lot. We weren't here for sightseeing, you know.
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How many times have I come to save your ass, huh?
[ All of those count as being on Vash's side, apparently. Wolfwood is mean. He squints into the room and honestly, it's fine. Cleaner, whiter than what he's used to. He glances down at the floor and pictures out how the mattress will be laid out, and it's really not all that bad. Cramped if they're in here all day, but he doubts that'll be the case. ]
Alright. You first or me?
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Even now when he pouts a little until they talk about getting clean. ]
Go ahead.
[ He gives him the go. Vash instead will be cleaning up the room a little, even though it's empty... I suppose it's more that he starts hanging stuff in the storage closet. ]
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[ He thought about snarking a little bit but he decides against it because he appreciates the little things and showers! They are major!! So his cross goes resting on the wall near the door and he's slipping off with a change of clothes for some sweet sweet cleanliness and a shave. I assign him not a major beard grower but it can be enough to where it gets annoying and scratchy. Does the colony have scented soaps.
He'll be out in like twenty with semi-wet hair, towel over his shoulders, pants on but cooling off a bit before he throws on a shirt. He's got a plain dark sweater in his hands, something more presentable and hopefully more fitting for the place. ]
All yours now.
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Wolfwood should keep flirting with him. Vash doesn't have a bunch of insecurities here that will run wild since there are no WEEKLY EFFECTS attacking his ass. When Wolfwood comes back out, he stands up from sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing his phone on the nightstand nearby, likely he spent his time texting friends? Maybe? Looking at photos, too.
A set of new clothes hangs off the crook of his elbow, but he reaches up to take the tower with both hands and gently tousle Wolfwood's wet hair a little. Something about... All of this, Vash finds it endearing. ]
Enjoyed your shower?
[ There are no wonky temperature problems with the water here. Can he come close enough where he can maybe smell what kind of shampoo Wolfwood used. ]
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He's tousled. He makes some kind of unamused grunt at towel in his face, but it's the kind where you can tell it's just pure noise. ]
Yeah, water's hot. Better take it before somebody else beats you to it.
[ He doesn't know how the ship's water system works but gods know there is sometimes a race for hot water in the motels!! Lukewarm when you want it cold, lukewarm when you want it hot. Just great.
Decrees his shampoo to be the scent of the body wash I like rn which is supposedly Oatmeal & Kale. It sounds weird on paper but it really smells good. ]
Can I smoke in here?
[ Wow, checking for once. ]
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[ i kind of like how oatmeal smells and tastes so i imagine this smells good anyway
Vash cups Wolfwood's cheeks under the towel, giving his shave a little polish even though he can't feel it with fabric in between. For a moment, he admires him... And he would have admired him a second too long if Wolfwood didn't speak up again. One last towel rustle before he walks over to the room's control panel. ]
Yeah, go ahead.
[ He pushes a button and the vents gently flare open for air circulation. Smoke away!!! Nice that there's not much in the room for smoke to sink into because he would maybe complain about that. There's just a framed photo on the desk.
He's going to shower, too. ]
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Huh. Alright.
[ If Vash said no he'd either suck it up or go outside but it's fine, he'll stay here. Cool! Convenient. He isn't like, a pryer, especially of Vash's history and secrets when Wolfwood isn't exactly generous with sharing his, but it's probably hard to not accidentally glance and see the photo. What's on it.
When Vash returns he'll find Wolfwood just sitting on the floor by the bed, cigarette between his teeth and his eyes closed, fiddling around with a small piece of ratchet metal. He pushes the bar with his thumb, its clicking noise quiet but steady. He cracks an eye open just to glance at him. ]
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Vash is used to it and they've stayed in places with less air flow, but he's considerate enough for everyone else who might have to clean his room. Dust won't be the only thing that greets them. Congratulations, now smoke, too. He can imagine the small complaints... Anyway, it's an aged photo with Rem, Vash, and Knives. With burnt edges and tears along the film, it's barely kept together in one piece, but the frame keeps it in place.
After maybe fifteen minutes, he pops out clothed in some comfy shorts with his only arm towel drying his hair (the cybernetic arm is in the bathroom). After two steps forward, there's a halt when he catches Wolfwood's gaze. ]
You could have left and checked stuff out if you wanted.
[ Granted, he assumes Wolfwood has his own reasons for not leaving yet. The room is small already, so Vash doesn't sit shoulder to shoulder when he walks over. Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed beside him.
did wolfwood ever wear his sweater or is he still here shirtless ]
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He has worn the sweater it's like thinner material and somewhat of a loose fit. ]
Wanted a bit of a break before we go walkin' around again. Ain't a crime, is it?
[ They traveled so much Vash let him have this!! Is what he says to be mildly belligerent as is his tendency. Of course, no bite in it. ]
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Since Wolfwood is dry in both humor and physical state, Vash pauses in his hair towel drying to ruffle Wolfwood's hair... And basically make it a little damp again. Oops. ]
It isn't. I'm thinking of sticking to my room a little longer... [ But before he lets those words trail on the silence for too long, he speaks again. ] Got something to fidget with?
[ He heard the little metal clicking earlier. ]
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[ Debatable, even short hair takes longer than 15 minutes but here we are again.
He makes a vague grunt of agreement and tosses the little ratchet wrench to Vash. It's just something he has for emergency fixes on the Punisher or formerly Angelina. Have the fidget toy that isn't really a fidget toy. ]
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[ Tempting to ruffle again, but he has new fake toy. Vash takes the wrench and plays with it a little as best as he can with one hand. There's something about how tactile it is to spin the knob around, then the noise from it. He finds it pleasing. ]
This reminds me... [ Vash's eyes travel to the familiar cross, his partner's heavy ass mercy motif. ] How much storage does the Punisher even have? I feel like sometimes you... Just have stuff.
[ But Wolfwood doesn't carry a bag. ]
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[ He is absolutely bullshitting. ]
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[ It's still funny to him, though. ]
I'm guessing a lunch box and a tool box's worth.
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[ Gestures vaguely to it. ]
Middle compartment can hold a lotta extra handguns, but if I keep it empty, it serves as pretty good free space.
[ Not like, a whole lot, but it's also not like he exactly walks around with much. ]
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[ What else it aside from that... Vash thinks despite knowing it's a giant weapon full of more weapons. Wolfwood just proves again... That it's full of weapons. ]
It also fits your confessional box?
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[ Does that answer anything. ]
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[ Would Wolfwood mind if Vash fixes his hair a little with small, tiny touches. ]
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[ He's chilling. He's just got his chin tilted up since he's seated as Vash approaches, energy of dog who isn't bothering to get up but will do the eye squinty thing when pet. ]
So, what's the plan?
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[ So they get stuff done. In their church. You know? Vash is basically sitting next to Wolfwood, but on the edge of his bed instead of the floor. He continues to fix his hair, brushing his bangs a bit so he can admire his eyes for a moment.
Bangs can be brushed back into place now as he stands back up, hands on his hips as he ponders. ]
Well, I wanted to say 'hi' to some more people. [ He means everyone. ] Check in with the kids.
[ Kids (general) not kids (specifically the orphanage). ]
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[ Wow way to generalise, Mr. Love & Peace & Acceptance. He just makes the slightest wrinkle of his nose as his bangs are briefly brushed away just to be brushed back. His brows were raised when he made eye contact. What's that goofy look for. ]
So, meet-n-greet, round 2, basically.
[ He starts getting up with a grunt. He may as well make sure his hair really is dry enough (damp, not wet) and that he looks presentable for good measure before they start roaming around again... by which, it's really Vash roaming around, and Wolfwood lurks. ]
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He'll attach it now before looking over his shoulder to Wolfwood. ]
Yeah, basically. [ ... ] If you wanted to stay here and relax some more, that's fine, too. I can come back to pick you up and we'll eat dinner at the cafeteria.
[ It's a long travel and he knows the nerves were wound tight as they ascended to this peak. With that, he starts getting dressed, but in his other set of casual clothes that make him look like just a guy. ]
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The hell am I gonna do sittin' around 'til the afternoon?
[ It may arguably be worse. It's a nice room with a bit of homeliness to it, but he could use the exercise anyway. 'Exercise', like trailing around the ship is remotely more strenuous than dragging themselves through the sands, but hey.
That is to say yeah he'll come along. Cross ready because he won't know what to do with his hands otherwise, waiting for Vash to give the okay to go. ]
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[ With their two suns, midday naps are kind of a thing, aren't they. Anyway, he gives Wolfwood a soft smile after he worms his head out of the hoodie. Will Wolfwood also hoodie...
When they're ready, they can leave the room and take a nice walk through the ship halls. Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't leave without his gun. Even if no living bounty hunter can compare to Knives' band of crazies, you never know. ]
How much did you get to see of the colony, anyway?
[ He's curious since they left rather quick last time. ]
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He doesn't have a hoodie he has a normal sweater, nice loose but not too-loose fit. ]
Eh.
[ He'll consider the nap. He's thinking about the question because... well... he followed Vash into the open room where Leonov awaited, and he fled up to safety on an upper beam pathway. And then tanked Ninelives down into the depths, probably something like storage hull. He frowns a little bit -- his memory of the entire event is a bit hazy between adrenaline and delirium, but he remembers the trails of red, staining all the walls with that freak's blood. Their arm crushed and torn off under a door.
He blinks vaguely, the image in his mind contrasting sharply with the clean and white walls now. That must've been a nasty clean-up for the folks here. ]
...Not a lot. We weren't here for sightseeing, you know.
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