agora | HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

It is! I enjoy it during a party or just on my own at a motel room!

[ You can drink to forget if you allowed yourself to? Sometimes you drink for the light buzz that softens the edges of oppression. However, if he needs to be alert and sober, then he can instantly snap to that state. ]

Uh... I guess we can do that one game they played at the Underground that we didn't really get to enjoy because memories were flying out like crazy. Maybe with less rules? Since it's the two of us. [ Strokes chin. ] Poker's good, too. Old maid?

[ I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD CARD GAMES T O PLAY ]

[ The oppression. . . ]

You're gonna have to be a bit more specific. The King's... Game? Cup? Or whatever? [ The one where they gave you cards with prompts? ] Old Maid's a classic.

[ He'd say strip poker just to be funny but Wolfwood only has like 1-2 layers max and Vash is also either the same or he has that nightmare leather outfit so it just sounds like it'd go downhill really fast. ]

[ I typed depression and I guess my autocorrect said your typo is not that it's this ]

I think so... I didn't really get to play it.

[ Because it was memshare week and instead he drank a bunch of alcohol to fake pass out because he was miserable and anxious about pigs coming to get them in front of everyone and god. He nibbles on some cheese as he recalls the rules. ]

We can change some of the rules so it fits two people, but Old Maid really is a classic.

[ If they had more people they could strip poker... Or if they had more clothes. Granted, if Vash was wearing his usual get up he'd win by simply taking off a belt per loss.

He has a lot of belts.

He's in one of his civilian outfits though. ]

[ I don't even remember what I did there I think Wolfwood was not enthused to be there but he forced himself to be because he was hellbent on winning resources for their team. Sometimes the lengths you will go to for your problematic red-yellow porcupine. ]

Why not combine both. You take a card, and if it fits the criteria, we do the thing.

[ Sound good? ]

[ How is he problematic?! He's just a quirky little hedgehog. ]

Sounds good to me.

[ Drawing for Wolfwood, he has an ace between two of his fingers.

9: command someone to do something (dare)
10: kiss the second nearest person
JACK: tell a funny or weird story
QUEEN: ask a question that a person must answer (truth)
KING: finish your entire drink
ACE: do something you've never done before

And with that, he also starts the old maid game with an ace, I guess. Don't ask. ]

[ You are problematic.

He has to think about this because what he's never done before... that's such a broad umbrella?? After a moment of contemplation, he eats a little piece of cheese and then chasers it with beer.

Is it pleasant. I don't know because I don't drink beer rl so I cannot imagine this taste combo. Presumably it's slightly make-a-face worthy. ]

Bad texture.

[ HIS ONLY COMMENT before he goes to pick a card out of Vash's hand. He shows him a Jack before discarding a pair. ]

You think so? I kind of like it.

[ It's hard for him to dislike cheese... Because he may be white. That's to be debated by historians to come. He continues to eat the combination that is allegedly optimal, tilting his head and squinting as he appraises each... Note? Is that what the ship culinarians were trying to sell to him.

Chewing some cheese, he looks at the card. ]

... Did I ever tell you I worked as a birthday clown for a bit?

You like soggy bubbly cheese? Weird-ass.

[ BULLY. He snorts as he has a regular drink of beer to cleanse the weird texture from his mouth, glancing up at him over his hand. ]

Why am I not surprised? Well? What's the embarrassin' bit?

Huh?! You're not supposed to have both at the same time! At least that's what they said.

[ More like one after the other. Wine and cheese? Granted, if he wasn't told, he'd definitely just chew and then drink wine and have soggy cheese. WHY ARE YOU BULLYING HIM.

Let him have some beer because wine is still kind of weird to have. ]

So I was called for a gig and all was fine. The kids were laughing! I was a hit! But then one of them slid a worm up my shirt and I startled straight into the cake and smushed it... I was fired from the agency.

[ HE SPECIFICALLY SHOTGUNNED IT WITH BEER TO FULFILL THE 'DO SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER DONE' PROMPT. IT WAS TERRIBLE. He'll pass on the can to him sure. ]

You worked for a whole-ass agency to be a clown?

[ THE REST OF IT IS WHATEVER. THIS LAST SENTENCE IS TRULY THE MOST SHOCKING. ]

[ i lack reading comprehension and understanding, but Vash did really mean he likes cheese.

Vash goes quiet and just sips some more beer, but doesn't give it back. In the most serious voice, full of unnecessary gravitas: ]

The birthday clown industry is very serious in some numbered cities...

That is embarrassing.

[ Why are these clowns competing. Are they copyrighting their clown make-up? Did Vash have to create his own original clown pattern?

Anyway he waves his hand like c'mon, your turn again. Presuming they're playing this Old Maid with just the King's Cup cards and a stray Joker, this shouldn't last too long he thinks. ]

Imagine getting fired from one.

[ Like, wow, the bar is low but it has lowered even more, even though the clowns take their jobs very seriously. Handling children for a day job is not easy.

He pulls out a queen! Ask a question that a person must answer (truth). ]

One thing you like about me that isn't about my gunslinging.

[ He wants to see Wolfwood fumble with words. ]

Iunno. The industry's not that desperate, is it?

[ How hard is it to get fired from being a clown. Wolfwood imagines he wouldn't hold the job long. People don't like violent clowns, only funny ones. Look, he likes kids, but he's not very good at playing with them at his own expense.

At this point Wolfwood has had an okay amount of drink in him and he looks at the card with slight furrowed brows. Not that he realises it immediately because he doesn't even remember the last time he let his guard down enough to casually keep drinking. ]

Dunno if I'd say I like your gunslinging...

[ Grumbled a little bit. Like, objectively it's impressive. But he had a bone with it in the sense that Vash had all that talent and used it to do anything but what guns were for. Insane behaviour in his eyes, but then again -- ]

Your stupid-ass outlook on life.

[ To wield so much power, but to do absolutely nothing with it... It really is the Vash the Stampede way. He watches him, taking a sip of the expensive wine this time. It isn't much of a sip as it is a little sample. It's still strange on the tongue.

Seeing Wolfwood like this is also strange, comfortable enough to take more sips, to let a little loose, to be a little more honest... This isn't the fumble he wanted to see. To calm his bundled thoughts, he takes a longer sip—he's nervous now, though endeared. ]

That doesn't sound much like a compliment when you say it like that.

[ He pops a piece of cheese into his mouth and motions that he will toss a piece to Wolfwood. Do catch it so it doesn't fall onto the floor. A little pass of dairy, here we go. ]

That's the best you get!

[ WITH A SCOFF though he is poised to catch cheese with the ease with which he catches bullets. Very funny. The truth is that he had a serious gay thought when he thought about it but trying to put it into words was hard. And when tasks are both gay and hard thet payoff (embarrassment) of it is bad. ]

[ A little resistance is cute is something mull over when he takes another sip of wine. Is it suspicious if Vash shuffles closer. ]

What about if I beg a little?

[ He doesn't mind prostrating a bit, even though this is more of a joke. ]

Ohhh no.

[ In the way that's like this is certainly going to Go A Way, though maybe there is veiled humour behind it. Thinly veiled. Like he knows how it's probably going to go but consider him a little bit morbidly curious. ]

[ Vash discreetly hooks their arms and sizes up to him, shoulder to shoulder with a lean. He doesn't encroach more than that for now. No resting his head on the cap of his shoulder, no nuzzling... Just going to test the waters first here. ]

Please, Nicholas?

[ Asked politely, said sweetly! ]

[ Ughhh leaning back... but not really, it's more just like he tilts his head back away and his upper body follows it a little bit. ]

You're so wrong if you think begging works on me. You know how many babies I had to raise?

[ DO YOU?? HOW MANY PUPPY DOG EYES HE HAD TO SURVIVE. He is steel. ]

Baby.

[ He hums, pensive.

What if he follows and gives Wolfwood a rare little kiss on the cheek? That isn't puppy dog eyes. ]

[ Noooo why is it rareee

Wolfwood closes his eyes. Emotionally the attempted equivalent of Simply Not Seeing.

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[ Because it depend on the mood and Vash is a little shy sometimes. It takes some courage on his part even though he loves deeply. He tries to stifle the little snickers, but one or two escape past his teeth and smile.

He comes in to give Wolfwood another kiss on the cheek. ]

You know, sometimes, you deserve so many kisses.

[ Only for now because Vash can easily change his mind. When Wolfwood beats him with his giant cross, that is when Wolfwood deserves ZERO kisses. ]

-- You're full of shit.

[ Who are you and what did you do with Vash the Stampede etc, because Vash would rarely ever say that out loud! No, he's just messing with him. Hooking an arm over him since he's in close distance and rocking back and forth, pulling and pushing him a bit. ]

[ Hehe. He lets Wolfwood rock them back and forth during this little pause in their card game, clinging on and even adding onto the motion. It's all playful fun. ]

No, I'm serious! [ He isn't. ] You should be cute more often.

[ As if that's something Wolfwood can control. ]

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