In a fight, spikey! I didn't get trained to do loops with wheels attached to my feet! Havin' that kind of grace ain't something I was taught or need.
[ It was all about effectiveness, of course. He's built like a tank and a killing machine most of all, and he is not too proud to admit that he has low confidence in his sk8r abilities. ]
Even though you're usually mean to me, I'll catch you and help you up.
[ He won't be letting Wolfwood eat dirt as long as he's supposed to teach him. Maybe in other cases, though... It all depends on the mood. Ultimately, just another small say that he'll take him in his arms, even if he's undeserving. ]
Sure. You could fool everyone else, but I know what you are.
[ A whore. Just kidding. An asshole, basically. An asshole who gives him his leftovers... Which Vash will take since Wolfwood is giving it to him. They can't be wasting food, so. He eats it, too?
Yes, he finished his ice cream. Ice cream eating really just instantly shut him up. ]
[ He should say it. That being said yeah enjoy the ice cream. Wolfwood will chill and maybe have a smoke while Vash finishes it off for him. Nothing wrong with a little quiet to each other sometimes. ]
[ HE ISN'T GOING TO SAY WHORE... AND HE ISN'T GOING TO SAY ASSHOLE because this thread is the first day of Wolfwood's return and Vash is still simmering on elation. In the silence, a recurring thought circles back: it really feels like a dream.
But there are too much evidence that tells him this is reality—from the sound of his voice, from the smell of nicotine, from the warmth shared in passing across the day... ]
Yeah. I'm good.
[ If he closes his eyes, will that obscure his expression... Can it make it less weird, soft, and sentimental, just obviously infatuated. He chews on the plastic spoon a little more before stacking the empty ice cream cups. ]
[ Vash is being so nice and yet hurling insults at each other really is also kind of the definition of their mutual home and relationship. He genuinely would not question it, but he isn't the one who suffered x amount of time after the other dying brutally. Twice, even.
He glances back when Vash answers and his expression is a little bit steeled -- not in a cold way, but seeing everything on there makes him want to put down some anchors before he feels like slipping into something. He'll get up first and walk around slightly to the side of the table, a bit closer than just standing across from him, waiting for the other to stand up. ]
[ They really do bicker and spit insults at each other like children, knowing a portion of it is empty casings in the heat of the moment. Right now though, Vash feels a certain way. It's definitely the second death atop the first, the strange emotions of having to steel himself because the dead weren't gone forever... But when they returned home, that could be untrue. There's also just trying to get used to life, even though it isn't that different from how this all began, but there are no dark clouds overhead. It signifies a number of things, bittersweet.
Too many thoughts when all of it is unnecessary. He doesn't think much of the few centimeters closer Wolfwood gained, instead busy with clearing his head and stretching his old creaky body. Arms up and extended, he lets out a small yawn. ]
Remember the way back?
[ Vash picks himself up with their trash in hand. He'll toss it into a bin when they pass one. With a less worrisome smile, he's ready!! ]
Wolfwood is just staring down at him as he does his little cat stretch. Really with his slightly stone expression and towering over him, it might be comically terrifying in most scenarios. Unfortunately that is not Wolfwood's intention, fending off a feeling somewhere in his chest, a little bit in the back, a twist somewhere in there that he would confidently describe as 'gross, actually'. ]
Spent the whole day wanderin' around, learning the town's my specialty.
[ He wants to wipe that stupid smile off of his face. ]
[ He's not intimidated in the slightest, but it is a little more obvious now that he's on his own two feet Wolfwood was standing a little closer and... Looming over him.
Their eyes lock and he tries to read his steely expression, some worried about his behavior, but it's an odd match with his tone. Probably nothing to worry about. It must have been a whirlwind for Wolfwood, after all. Dying.... Waking up, being back home. ]
[ As in you are a baby. Shouldn't you know the streets better than him etc whatever. He pauses for a moment and then finally turns, glancing over his shoulder as he does... and then starts leading the way back as asked! Confident enough that he'll be followed. ]
I was giving you an opportunity to be a gentleman?
[ In the tone of "what's up with you," but gentle with some confusion paired with a pout worthy of a baby. When he catches Wolfwood checking on him over his shoulder, his expression loosens gradually.
Stupid. He had been running for a long time, hasn't he. But here's Wolfwood walking so confidently. With extra strides he catches up and swivels to be by Wolfwood's side, brushing against his shoulder. The back of their knuckles graze past, too. ]
You're a bigger baby.
[ We can zoom them to their new room with the double beds! It's slightly bigger and doesn't face an alley too close to the main street. Tranquility. ]
[ In very much the tone of I thought you knew me (joking). Vash can have one brief shove to his shoulder at his baby retaliation before they jump cut to their hotel room!!
In which Wolfwood just faceplants right into bed goodbye world. Also this is how I find out if you swap from premium paid to paid you keep your LAST 150 icons instead of your first?? Dreamwidth is so weird. ]
anyway, i guess vash will run his fingers through Wolfwood's hair as he's dead to the world, just enjoying sitting on his bedside for a bit before he returns to his own. ]
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[ It was all about effectiveness, of course. He's built like a tank and a killing machine most of all, and he is not too proud to admit that he has low confidence in his sk8r abilities. ]
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[ He props his chin on the palm of his hand, elbow anchored on the table while his little smile turns up some more. ]
If you asked nicely, I could teach you!
[ Vash twirls a lot in general, so... ]
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[ Like he knows you're 150 but what are you fucking around skating for. He's just bullying. ]
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The weeks in the Underground?
[ With their skatepark. ]
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[ HE JUST SIGHS. And gives up. Vash really did just do whatever he wanted in the Underground, kind of. ]
Yeah, fine. Whatever. If I fall on you, you don't get to complain 'cause I warned ya.
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[ He won't be letting Wolfwood eat dirt as long as he's supposed to teach him. Maybe in other cases, though... It all depends on the mood. Ultimately, just another small say that he'll take him in his arms, even if he's undeserving. ]
Ready to turn in for the night?
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[ Again, such obvious bullshitting. Did you finish your ice cream. Wolfwood will give him the little bit of remainder he has. ]
Once you're done with this, I will be.
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[ A whore. Just kidding. An asshole, basically. An asshole who gives him his leftovers... Which Vash will take since Wolfwood is giving it to him. They can't be wasting food, so. He eats it, too?
Yes, he finished his ice cream. Ice cream eating really just instantly shut him up. ]
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All good?
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But there are too much evidence that tells him this is reality—from the sound of his voice, from the smell of nicotine, from the warmth shared in passing across the day... ]
Yeah. I'm good.
[ If he closes his eyes, will that obscure his expression... Can it make it less weird, soft, and sentimental, just obviously infatuated. He chews on the plastic spoon a little more before stacking the empty ice cream cups. ]
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He glances back when Vash answers and his expression is a little bit steeled -- not in a cold way, but seeing everything on there makes him want to put down some anchors before he feels like slipping into something. He'll get up first and walk around slightly to the side of the table, a bit closer than just standing across from him, waiting for the other to stand up. ]
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Too many thoughts when all of it is unnecessary. He doesn't think much of the few centimeters closer Wolfwood gained, instead busy with clearing his head and stretching his old creaky body. Arms up and extended, he lets out a small yawn. ]
Remember the way back?
[ Vash picks himself up with their trash in hand. He'll toss it into a bin when they pass one. With a less worrisome smile, he's ready!! ]
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Wolfwood is just staring down at him as he does his little cat stretch. Really with his slightly stone expression and towering over him, it might be comically terrifying in most scenarios. Unfortunately that is not Wolfwood's intention, fending off a feeling somewhere in his chest, a little bit in the back, a twist somewhere in there that he would confidently describe as 'gross, actually'. ]
Spent the whole day wanderin' around, learning the town's my specialty.
[ He wants to wipe that stupid smile off of his face. ]
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[ He's not intimidated in the slightest, but it is a little more obvious now that he's on his own two feet Wolfwood was standing a little closer and... Looming over him.
Their eyes lock and he tries to read his steely expression, some worried about his behavior, but it's an odd match with his tone. Probably nothing to worry about. It must have been a whirlwind for Wolfwood, after all. Dying.... Waking up, being back home. ]
Lead us back?
[ He's trying to be normal. ]
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[ As in you are a baby. Shouldn't you know the streets better than him etc whatever. He pauses for a moment and then finally turns, glancing over his shoulder as he does... and then starts leading the way back as asked! Confident enough that he'll be followed. ]
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[ In the tone of "what's up with you," but gentle with some confusion paired with a pout worthy of a baby. When he catches Wolfwood checking on him over his shoulder, his expression loosens gradually.
Stupid. He had been running for a long time, hasn't he. But here's Wolfwood walking so confidently. With extra strides he catches up and swivels to be by Wolfwood's side, brushing against his shoulder. The back of their knuckles graze past, too. ]
You're a bigger baby.
[ We can zoom them to their new room with the double beds! It's slightly bigger and doesn't face an alley too close to the main street. Tranquility. ]
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[ In very much the tone of I thought you knew me (joking). Vash can have one brief shove to his shoulder at his baby retaliation before they jump cut to their hotel room!!
In which Wolfwood just faceplants right into bed goodbye world. Also this is how I find out if you swap from premium paid to paid you keep your LAST 150 icons instead of your first?? Dreamwidth is so weird. ]
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anyway, i guess vash will run his fingers through Wolfwood's hair as he's dead to the world, just enjoying sitting on his bedside for a bit before he returns to his own. ]
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