[ Those two definitely do not count considering both cases Wolfwood did not get to choose... Vash also did not choose the Underground. It felt like being in a nice cage when he thought of the former, the fake purgatory.
[ But he will stop hard pressing his face into Wolfwood, just a gentle press and rest. Would he mind if he loosely wraps an arm around him? Fortunately, the capsule rooms in the ship are well air conditioned. ]
A nice break before we get to work later for the orphanage.
[ The orphanage has no money. Or it's just Wolfwood's own money anyway. And also he would never ask the orphanage for money. Vash can wrap an arm around him yeah, why would he mind. His own arm over Vash absently traces his side with a thumb. ]
[ Maybe sometimes Wolfwood doesn't want to be touchy? Vash wants to be careful. ]
I don't need treat money, but treats would be nice...
[ But they've spent so much time together that Wolfwood can easily predict that Vash would do work for free for those in need. The orphanage may not be his family, but their Wolfwood's and that's all that matters.
Despite the bratty grumbling, he relaxes to Wolfwood's touch. He could take a nice nap like this. ]
Melanie's being modest and polite about it, but if there are any additions to the church you think would be good, the engineers are raring to work on the project.
[ If Wolfwood would like them to have a larger dining hall, or even a nappy time room, stuff like that. ]
[ He stares up at the ceiling though in thought. They're not picky... like, at all, really. Hand-me downs and cosy places are just fine, they're not raring for the brightest shiniest things. Too big of rooms and it might start feeling a little too spacious. ]
As long as each kid gets their own space. Guess they'll grow up and start studyin' stuff. Probably a half-decent yard to run around in that they won't trip and scrape their knees too badly on.
[ The heart is fickle... He has learned sometimes Wolfwood is nice to him, then other times Wolfwood enacts cute aggression and it's painful. Idly, he starts rubbing Wolfwood's back with a couple of fingers, but gives him a gentle pinch after being called a dummy. Rude. ]
For sure it'll be bigger than my room. [ The capsule is meant to house as many people as possible in a vessel. There's a thoughtful hum. ] The yard shouldn't be hard, either, but it depends if you guys want grass.
He wouldn't take much from Melanie in the first place... Maybe a pastry or a compliment is good enough for him. They're jostled and Vash tries to get them to still. The bed is small already. ]
Yeah, you can, but you gotta ready yourself if you do.
[ Unprompted kiss on the nose despite Wolfwood complaining about being their accountant... Maybe it is a silent thank you. The truth is Vash does have a couple of double dollars somewhere in his outfit. They are for emergency, not treats.
He hums... ]
Some of the engineers can be a little over-zealous.
[ Which is just some level of insane because this is Trigun. ]
[ Hmph. He closes his eyes briefly at the nose kiss, he will accept your bribe. ]
I'll deal. I've dealt with worse.
[ He doesn't mean that to be heavy-handed or anything but extremely objectively true. What's a couple of over-eager inventors that want to get way too ambitious about building a playground for his kids? At least the intentions are good.
He pulls a hand up from it's comfortable rest up to Vash's jawline, lightly guiding the angle to where Wolfwood can give him a kiss proper if he lets him. ]
You gonna sleep or we just gonna chitchat 'til one of us passes out first?
[ Fortunately, Vash understands the sentiment Wolfwood is going for and doesn't dive into the depths of what's worse. That isn't what matters in this context... The engineers and the architects will go wild, but it's charming, he thinks. It'll bring some light to a lost home rebuilt! The kids can have as many slides as they want.
Why wouldn't he let Wolfwood lead him into a kiss? If not to play defiant, he would let Wolfwood lead him anywhere... To an abandoned town, to a mirage oasis, to heaven, to hell—anywhere. Vash closes his eyes when their lips meet, barely parting so he can rub his nose against Wolfwood's. His eyelids open halfway, gaze downcast even though at this proximity all he can see is the other man.
It takes Vash a moment to answer and when he does his eyes flit to look directly at him. ]
... Do you want to try something?
[ The hand that is settled at the small of his back massages small, sampling circles. ]
[ No!! It was as in that isn't the sentiment he's going for, that it was just an innocuous though objectively true comment. A couple of overzealous engineers won't drive hiim up the wall. He will have to butt in on 'as many as they want' though, they still gotta learn some lessons like sharing. He's nice to kids but he also makes sure they learn well.
The kiss is nice. It's light and slow, a light grace. Wolfwood isn't very blatantly affectionate, but he's open to private skinship and soft touch. Something he still has to work on is reaching for it, but who is he to not indulge a little bit when Vash is all over him, literally. He doesn't have to reach far. ]
Hm?
[ What do you want. If they were in their usual mood he might be a little suspicious but it's so comfy right now. ]
[ DID I NOT WRITE THAT VASH UNDERSTANDS IT'S JUST AN INNOCENT COMMENT... Rectifies that is the intention. Wolfwood can fight the self-indulgent but also good-natured builders and Vash can play with the kids to distract them from adults arguing.
How does he... Insinuate what he's asking? There isn't a lot of confidence as he sifts through a couple of choices and displays, so he steals another kiss on the lips like it's a remedy or cure for it. It isn't, but it's nice. It reminds him that the unique warmth that swells in his chest is here to stay, as long as Wolfwood stays beside him. He lingers before planting another kiss on his jaw, then his neck before nosing in like he's trying to hide. If that isn't enough, some of his fingers dip under his shirt. Just a tiny bit, testing.
Vash mumbles against his skin, feeling his face grow hot—it must be getting red. Don't think about it, is what he tells himself. ]
Only if you're up for it.
[ There's no reason to say he's okay with whatever Wolfwood does to him. It's already implied, right? ]
[ IT CAME OFF LIKE VASH READ THE ROOM AND AVOIDED GOING ANY MORE INTO THE SUBJECT... it was a purely innocent comment yeah.
He'll accept the follow-up kiss first. They really have gotten proper comfortable with the occasional late night flirty settling down after hours, something they both certainly deserve in Wolfwood's opinion. He was kind of a bitch through the UG but for justifiable reasons, but he made that ultimatum, gambled, and they somehow won it all. So. He does as he promised, accepting it with no pushback. It moves into curiosity with the kiss to his jaw and his neck, and then a slight raise of his brows at the combination of the gestures and the question.
He answers with a soft placement of his hand on Vash's waist, a soft press of his fingers into his back; a light mimicry of the reassuring circles he kept giving him. ]
-- Yeah. If you want. You sure?
[ LUCKILY FOR VASH HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE SUDDENLY A LITTLE SELF-CONSCIOUS AND PERHAPS A PINCH NERVOUS but he's always been good about presenting as calm and level. ]
[ They really are using polite language here, checking if the other is okay with it. It does not help the nerves, if anything it exacerbates them. Fortunately, Wolfwood makes a very nice haven with him already nuzzling into the crook of his neck, but the touch to his back has him arch... While not suffocating, he's pressed flush against him now.
Is that noise his heart drumming louder and faster or is that Wolfwood's? It's definitely his, but he's being delusional. ]
Yeah, yeah. It's okay. I'm sure.
[ No more "only if you want to" because they could go at it for a while. There's a pause and Vash shifts a bit in place. ]
Just... Uh... Be gentle?
[ Not that he wouldn't be able to handle it but he's thinking about his HEART. ]
There is a pause here when Vash makes his request. Just like a general full pause. ]
The hell you think I'm -- I mean, I, yeah, I would?
[ It ends on a kind of sound like there could've been more said after that but he stopped so he's not just unnecessarily dragging it out with more words. BUT ALSO! What do you think he was going to do!! He's not sure how to feel about that being the first thing he's asked about. It's definitely somewhere between finding it funny, endearing, but also his usual natural urge to be like 'HUH' about just about anything Vash says. ]
[ Then you're saying no matter what Vash said, Wolfwood would find a reason to huh at him. He heard the beginning and it's incredibly easy to lean into it. Being playful is easy for them... They slot together like puzzle pieces.
Slowly, he pulls back to look at Wolfwood, pointing a little as he feigns doubt. ]
So you're going to be nice to me.
[ More in the tone that "you have to be." He's trying to get more comfortable since they're both OBVIOUSLY NERVOUS. Also, Vash is always nice to Wolfwood, so that isn't worth discussion. ]
[ He turns that comforting rub over the base of his back into a light pinch through the fabric. And follows it up with a light press of his thumb into the skin. His expression is a moderated one of feigned nonchalance. ]
Like I always say...
[ He's always nice. Or so he claims but we know how it really is... (nice when it really matters). He shifts a little bit to remain comfortable as Vash moves his weight on him. ]
[ Hey, don't pinch him? This has him squirm a little in Wolfwood's hold, but not trying to escape. He's only pulled away enough to look at Wolfwood since he couldn't do that buried in him. There's a small squint when the other man tries to pose that he's always nice. It isn't true, they both know, but they also both know that Wolfwood is kind when it matters.
That doesn't stop the incredulous pout. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
[ He's right here? However, he does obediently lean in. ]
[ No he's very mean he's just a little shit. That being said, he huffs a slight laugh. A small joke to lift the tension and it does seem like it probably paid off? ]
Good.
[ He'll guide Vash in closer the rest of the way with his hand returning to the other's chin, back to another kiss, this time with a more obvious range of affection -- both the playful kind, but also a genuinely earnest kind. Love in its entirety while his free hand returns to a comforting press in the dip of Vash's hip that's also kind of like a soft testing of waters with him. ]
[ Whatever resistance he showed earlier melts away when he's pulled back in... It was all a show, anyway. A little familiar back-and-forth. Now he's back to where he is, closer than ever before to the man he loves. A hand trails up to caress his cheek as their lips meet, thumb brushing over with a gentle and feather-light touch.
He reciprocates the same though his nerves burn alight. What's important is that every second echoes a message that he missed him, he missed him dearly, he loves him, and every piece of him belongs to him. There's a short pause when he feels Wolfwood's hand wander, body tensing before relaxing. ]
[ He lets himself get pampered... wow. He does have to pause and think about it though, which is also just that I have to finally canonise something. After a moment: ]
Thought about it. Never went through with it.
[ It's not hard to find someone, late evening drinking at the bar, but intimacy and closeness became a difficult thing the moment he was taken to be made a weapon. Connections were liabilities, weaknesses to be purged. They wouldn't have given a shit for the purely physical, but he had the misfortune of being a bit too human while being not enough; it'd die out before it got very far and he was out the door.
His hold feels a little awkward suddenly, thumb lightly pressing into the divot of Vash's hip just so they're not sitting there. Based on what Vash's said before and how he generally tends to act, Wolfwood suspects otherwise but fair's fair, so. And who knows, 150 years really is a long-ass time, anything could happen. ]
[ A little awkward. He can sense it in how Wolfwood touches him, as if he is trying to figure out where his hands should be. They often fill in the space left behind the other, maybe to round a situation or perhaps to make it whole, and Vash does the same to make Wolfwood comfortable. The smile loses some of its uneasiness, lopsided and relaxed. ]
Woah, even though you're so popular? [ A little tease. There's a shitty smile and snicker to pad having to answer the reversal, even though it isn't surprising. It takes a moment. ] Didn't think I deserved it.
[ And it's still a question in his heart, a voice in his head, one over a century old that is hard to shake off. The memories roll in and all end with him skating past with barely a touch by an excuse or a lie... But he pushes against the temptation. He resists the natural instinct to pull away by instead carding through Wolfwood's hair with his fingers, combing it back to bare his forehead so he can give it a kiss, too. The voice has gotten quieter, the question barely a whisper, and what's left is... Nerves? Butterflies? It isn't bad.
A second kiss to the forehead to silence the voice and question forever. ]
It sounds like we're going to have to figure things out and start from zero.
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Presses his face deeper. ]
For both of us, idiot.
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[ WIGGLES A BIT as Vash shoves his face harder into their snuggle. It's like dog wiggle in bed when you poke them in their side kind of reaction. ]
Alright, fine, for both of us. We're takin' a nice break right now, aren't we?
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[ But he will stop hard pressing his face into Wolfwood, just a gentle press and rest. Would he mind if he loosely wraps an arm around him? Fortunately, the capsule rooms in the ship are well air conditioned. ]
A nice break before we get to work later for the orphanage.
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[ The orphanage has no money. Or it's just Wolfwood's own money anyway. And also he would never ask the orphanage for money. Vash can wrap an arm around him yeah, why would he mind. His own arm over Vash absently traces his side with a thumb. ]
So no treat money for you.
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I don't need treat money, but treats would be nice...
[ But they've spent so much time together that Wolfwood can easily predict that Vash would do work for free for those in need. The orphanage may not be his family, but their Wolfwood's and that's all that matters.
Despite the bratty grumbling, he relaxes to Wolfwood's touch. He could take a nice nap like this. ]
Melanie's being modest and polite about it, but if there are any additions to the church you think would be good, the engineers are raring to work on the project.
[ If Wolfwood would like them to have a larger dining hall, or even a nappy time room, stuff like that. ]
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The money's for gettin' treats, dummy.
[ He stares up at the ceiling though in thought. They're not picky... like, at all, really. Hand-me downs and cosy places are just fine, they're not raring for the brightest shiniest things. Too big of rooms and it might start feeling a little too spacious. ]
As long as each kid gets their own space. Guess they'll grow up and start studyin' stuff. Probably a half-decent yard to run around in that they won't trip and scrape their knees too badly on.
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[ The heart is fickle... He has learned sometimes Wolfwood is nice to him, then other times Wolfwood enacts cute aggression and it's painful. Idly, he starts rubbing Wolfwood's back with a couple of fingers, but gives him a gentle pinch after being called a dummy. Rude. ]
For sure it'll be bigger than my room. [ The capsule is meant to house as many people as possible in a vessel. There's a thoughtful hum. ] The yard shouldn't be hard, either, but it depends if you guys want grass.
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[ How dare you pinch him. The slight wiggle returns, along with a slight jostle. ]
Sure, we'll take grass. [ They don't know the grief of grass stains on clothes... yet. ] I can just talk to the planners tomorrow, right?
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[ Trying to act spoiled.
He wouldn't take much from Melanie in the first place... Maybe a pastry or a compliment is good enough for him. They're jostled and Vash tries to get them to still. The bed is small already. ]
Yeah, you can, but you gotta ready yourself if you do.
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[ Just saying. You truly could have some pocket money, like $$20 somewhere in your coat to buy a nice box of doughnuts with... and yet here you are.
Also, how ominous. ]
What am I steelin' myself up against...?
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He hums... ]
Some of the engineers can be a little over-zealous.
[ Which is just some level of insane because this is Trigun. ]
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I'll deal. I've dealt with worse.
[ He doesn't mean that to be heavy-handed or anything but extremely objectively true. What's a couple of over-eager inventors that want to get way too ambitious about building a playground for his kids? At least the intentions are good.
He pulls a hand up from it's comfortable rest up to Vash's jawline, lightly guiding the angle to where Wolfwood can give him a kiss proper if he lets him. ]
You gonna sleep or we just gonna chitchat 'til one of us passes out first?
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Why wouldn't he let Wolfwood lead him into a kiss? If not to play defiant, he would let Wolfwood lead him anywhere... To an abandoned town, to a mirage oasis, to heaven, to hell—anywhere. Vash closes his eyes when their lips meet, barely parting so he can rub his nose against Wolfwood's. His eyelids open halfway, gaze downcast even though at this proximity all he can see is the other man.
It takes Vash a moment to answer and when he does his eyes flit to look directly at him. ]
... Do you want to try something?
[ The hand that is settled at the small of his back massages small, sampling circles. ]
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The kiss is nice. It's light and slow, a light grace. Wolfwood isn't very blatantly affectionate, but he's open to private skinship and soft touch. Something he still has to work on is reaching for it, but who is he to not indulge a little bit when Vash is all over him, literally. He doesn't have to reach far. ]
Hm?
[ What do you want. If they were in their usual mood he might be a little suspicious but it's so comfy right now. ]
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How does he... Insinuate what he's asking? There isn't a lot of confidence as he sifts through a couple of choices and displays, so he steals another kiss on the lips like it's a remedy or cure for it. It isn't, but it's nice. It reminds him that the unique warmth that swells in his chest is here to stay, as long as Wolfwood stays beside him. He lingers before planting another kiss on his jaw, then his neck before nosing in like he's trying to hide. If that isn't enough, some of his fingers dip under his shirt. Just a tiny bit, testing.
Vash mumbles against his skin, feeling his face grow hot—it must be getting red. Don't think about it, is what he tells himself. ]
Only if you're up for it.
[ There's no reason to say he's okay with whatever Wolfwood does to him. It's already implied, right? ]
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He'll accept the follow-up kiss first. They really have gotten proper comfortable with the occasional late night flirty settling down after hours, something they both certainly deserve in Wolfwood's opinion. He was kind of a bitch through the UG but for justifiable reasons, but he made that ultimatum, gambled, and they somehow won it all. So. He does as he promised, accepting it with no pushback. It moves into curiosity with the kiss to his jaw and his neck, and then a slight raise of his brows at the combination of the gestures and the question.
He answers with a soft placement of his hand on Vash's waist, a soft press of his fingers into his back; a light mimicry of the reassuring circles he kept giving him. ]
-- Yeah. If you want. You sure?
[ LUCKILY FOR VASH HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE SUDDENLY A LITTLE SELF-CONSCIOUS AND PERHAPS A PINCH NERVOUS but he's always been good about presenting as calm and level. ]
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Is that noise his heart drumming louder and faster or is that Wolfwood's? It's definitely his, but he's being delusional. ]
Yeah, yeah. It's okay. I'm sure.
[ No more "only if you want to" because they could go at it for a while. There's a pause and Vash shifts a bit in place. ]
Just... Uh... Be gentle?
[ Not that he wouldn't be able to handle it but he's thinking about his HEART. ]
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There is a pause here when Vash makes his request. Just like a general full pause. ]
The hell you think I'm -- I mean, I, yeah, I would?
[ It ends on a kind of sound like there could've been more said after that but he stopped so he's not just unnecessarily dragging it out with more words. BUT ALSO! What do you think he was going to do!! He's not sure how to feel about that being the first thing he's asked about. It's definitely somewhere between finding it funny, endearing, but also his usual natural urge to be like 'HUH' about just about anything Vash says. ]
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Slowly, he pulls back to look at Wolfwood, pointing a little as he feigns doubt. ]
So you're going to be nice to me.
[ More in the tone that "you have to be." He's trying to get more comfortable since they're both OBVIOUSLY NERVOUS. Also, Vash is always nice to Wolfwood, so that isn't worth discussion. ]
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Like I always say...
[ He's always nice. Or so he claims but we know how it really is... (nice when it really matters). He shifts a little bit to remain comfortable as Vash moves his weight on him. ]
Come back here.
[ Nooo don't pull back. ]
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That doesn't stop the incredulous pout. ]
I'm not going anywhere.
[ He's right here? However, he does obediently lean in. ]
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Good.
[ He'll guide Vash in closer the rest of the way with his hand returning to the other's chin, back to another kiss, this time with a more obvious range of affection -- both the playful kind, but also a genuinely earnest kind. Love in its entirety while his free hand returns to a comforting press in the dip of Vash's hip that's also kind of like a soft testing of waters with him. ]
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He reciprocates the same though his nerves burn alight. What's important is that every second echoes a message that he missed him, he missed him dearly, he loves him, and every piece of him belongs to him. There's a short pause when he feels Wolfwood's hand wander, body tensing before relaxing. ]
Ever done something like this before?
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Thought about it. Never went through with it.
[ It's not hard to find someone, late evening drinking at the bar, but intimacy and closeness became a difficult thing the moment he was taken to be made a weapon. Connections were liabilities, weaknesses to be purged. They wouldn't have given a shit for the purely physical, but he had the misfortune of being a bit too human while being not enough; it'd die out before it got very far and he was out the door.
His hold feels a little awkward suddenly, thumb lightly pressing into the divot of Vash's hip just so they're not sitting there. Based on what Vash's said before and how he generally tends to act, Wolfwood suspects otherwise but fair's fair, so. And who knows, 150 years really is a long-ass time, anything could happen. ]
You?
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Woah, even though you're so popular? [ A little tease. There's a shitty smile and snicker to pad having to answer the reversal, even though it isn't surprising. It takes a moment. ] Didn't think I deserved it.
[ And it's still a question in his heart, a voice in his head, one over a century old that is hard to shake off. The memories roll in and all end with him skating past with barely a touch by an excuse or a lie... But he pushes against the temptation. He resists the natural instinct to pull away by instead carding through Wolfwood's hair with his fingers, combing it back to bare his forehead so he can give it a kiss, too. The voice has gotten quieter, the question barely a whisper, and what's left is... Nerves? Butterflies? It isn't bad.
A second kiss to the forehead to silence the voice and question forever. ]
It sounds like we're going to have to figure things out and start from zero.
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