HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

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[piteous]

[ He hums, pensive.

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

[crucifer]

[ Noooo why is it rareee

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

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......... ]

[piteous]

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

-- 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. ]

[piteous]

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

If you had more tolerance, I could always be cute.

[ Maybe it's just a matter of perspective... you ever thought of that... ]

[piteous]

[ This snaps him sober from their cycle of feeding off of each other's playful goblin energy. He's still clinging onto Wolfwood's arm, but his eyes shift to the corner to look at him... Confused.

He thinks about it deeply at first. If he had more tolerance, Wolfwood could always be cute? What kind of tolerance? Cute tolerance? The thoughts circle, making him squint, before his eyes widen like an owl's as he pries. ]

What... What do you mean by that?

[ What? Does? That mean?! Why does he feel fear encroaching on his heart? He doesn't even know what this means?? Is this just a natural reaction to anything (cutely) unknown about Wolfwood? ]

[crucifer]

Hah? The hell's wrong with you.

[ He doesn't get why Vash is having a crisis suddenly. It was a normal jab as far as he's concerned and he doesn't see any reason for Vash to get all spooked about it. ]

Means if you didn't complain so much, I'm actually always endearing.

[piteous]

[ ... A doubtful silence. ]

[crucifer]

[ SHOVES HIM

lightly. ]

[piteous]

[ GETS SHOVED A LITTLE ]

When have I ever complained?

[ He definitely has, but suddenly he has amnesia. Has it been recent, though? Yeah, somehow, he seems to have forgotten. ]

[crucifer]

Your amnesia trick ain't gonna work on me. You know what you did. And you did it a lot.

[ Still a little tilted over from shoving him, but holding up his hand of cards and squinting into it. ]

Was it your turn or mine?

[piteous]

I thought I encouraged you to be sweet! When you were, it was nice!

[ However, depending how sweet he did pretend to gag... Vash straightens up to try to get them to untilt. Is it working? ]

I think it was yours.

[crucifer]

[ Yes there is no resistance. He is rightened. ]

If I'm always sweet then it ain't special anymore, is it?

[ That's not the real reason why, it just comes to him purely by whim. And just reaching over and plucking a card from Vash's hand. Me parenting up to see what we haven't done and I guess it's just Kings so far so. Finish your entire drink Vash. ]

1/2

[piteous]

I'm not asking for all the time.

[ Honestly, he likes Wolfwood as he is... And wouldn't change him. Without the grave circumstances of the past, they're living life as simple as can be.

As simple as Vash downing his entire drink in one go. He chucks some cheese cubes into his mouth after...

His time to pull a card. Wolfwood gets an ace. ]

[piteous]

Wait—did my begging not work?!

[ Suddenly remembers why he was being cuddly in the first place. ]

[crucifer]

Huh.

[ Wot. He looks distracted about whatever Vash is on about this time, given he was just staring at him for a second while he finished his drink. ]

What were you beggin' for again?

[ His attention span... it's failing him low-key. He's also trying to remember what Aces are for. ]

[piteous]

For elaborating a little more on what you like about me! Or say it in a nicer way!

[ Vash is still here enough in the mind to remember this, just that he got distracted through the whole process. He will feed Wolfwood a cheese cube.

Aces are also doing something you've never done before as a reference. ]

[crucifer]

[ Gets fed... aa cheese cube... as he works his brain which feels a tad slower than usual, but for once in his life he's not on edge about any smallest lapse in sharpness and awareness. He just thinks maybe this question is stupid or something, and he's had a few drinks. He can't be assed to come up with anything hyperspecific. ]

I like... everything about you. Dumbass.

[ Internally also debating whether that can't count as his Ace cash-in. Just be honest (complimentary). ]

[piteous]

[ Vash will forget that he has pulled an Ace and his mind isn't as sharp as it could be, but he allows it. They're relaxing... If he needed to be alert and vigilant, he's sure he can filter everything out quickly.

So he listens, squinting, and eats another cheese cube with salami. Tasty. ]

So... Your type... [ Tries to formulate something. ] Is blond.

[crucifer]

[ Hmm... ]

No.

You're not even blond anymore.

[piteous]

... Thanks.

[ Genuinely, while resisting the urge to retaliate because he's embarrassed and nervous. The fight or flight instincts are thrashing about, but he promised he'd work on this, on them.

He pushes the card deck towards Wolfwood, deciding that it counts for his ace. ]

I was planning to keep the black hair before, [ When Wolfwood was dead. ] But I was wondering if I should go back to blond?

[crucifer]

[ He can't say he's intrinsically a blond-chaser... he's not sure what he likes actually. His upbringing didn't leave him much room to think about it. Not that he cares much -- before, it was because he was certain he'd die young when it was all said and done, and now, it's because he has Vash. He doesn't pull a new card for their modified Old Maid yet, taking a moment to consider. ]

I got used to it. Depends on what you want.

[ Which is for the most part true. He's still a bit nervous sometimes with the knowledge he's been granted thanks to Knives's general ranting and all, but he just has to trust in Vash. And dyeing it to blond for Wolfwood's sake is just kind of like slapping new drywall over a hole, so.

It's really about what Vash wants and if he likes himself better blond. ]

[piteous]

[ Vash had thought to keep his hair as is for ease, but the black color had reminded him of Wolfwood. Not exactly the same—his hair is a bit wilder, prone to be unkempt, and doesn't set in the same way. He doesn't need to miss Wolfwood in that way anymore.

Swirling his drink, he doesn't even ponder over his new mortality for one second. He had enough time during the months before he fought with Knives. ]

Bleaching's gotta be annoying, especially if I have to do it every once in a while. It's also not cheap, I heard.

[ He drawls before taking another sip. ]

It's like.... four hundred donuts.

[crucifer]

. . . [ ?! HOW MUCH IS THAT. ] Can you think in numbers other than doughnuts?

[ True... bleach... expensive. No idea how Vash's hair would hold up to it either. Does he have keratin identical to humans? Imagine this is how he goes bald. ]

You were dyeing your hair for fun with Livio, in the UG.