[ 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.
[ He scoffs at the popular tease. It goes for the second half too. He already knows what kind of response Wolfwood would have, that he thinks the sentiment is stupid. The only reason he doesn't is because it feels like he doesn't have to, closing his eyes briefly at the brushing of his hair, kiss to his forehead. ]
Fine by me. S'long as you don't get too shy and run off.
[ A hand riding up Vash's chest, broad palm against it, just to hook a finger in his collar and pull at the fabric lightly, an urge for Vash to move a few inches down so Wolfwood can kiss him again anew. ]
[ Wow. No verbal criticism, though the scoff is telling enough. Sometimes he can read what Wolfwood is thinking with such few cues, but sometimes he can't read Wolfwood at all... Or is it that he misunderstands. The hand that tracks up his torso has him tense and still, ends of his lips quirking nervously.
Wolfwood has placed his hand on him plenty of times. Context and situation really does change how it feels. It's interesting? ]
I won't.
[ Though he can't promise to not be too shy. At least he is sure about not running. They've done this song and dance enough where he thinks that he should stay—it feels like something he owes him.
The little tug does have him dip lower much like Wolfwood wants, giving him a kiss much like Wolfwood wants. ]
[ Unfortunately, he'll do his half of said song and dance as many times as it takes. He can run, but he's a hound -- he can sniff him out and track him again. He's already done it twice now, hasn't he? In the very literal sense. More counting the smaller ones. He just can't walk away, and that's probably on him. ]
Good.
[ Muttered just before the kiss, carrying the undertone of 'cause I'm gonna get your fucking ass otherwise'. When their lips meet though, it's a lot softer than the rest of Wolfwood suggests. A slow and languid tasting, a quiet coaxing to get him to finally be free of tension for once every time he tries to give him some gentle love. ]
[ Wolfwood truly is a good hunter, though Vash believes that he's a great escape artist... Or at least he thought he was until he met him. He'd know no peace. With every little attempt at ditching him, before he knew it Wolfwood would nose back to his side. There wasn't anything sentimental about it—Wolfwood had a task. He'd act as a guide for the upcoming apocalypse.
Vash gave his presence more meaning than that. It was a comfort he would always forget only to remember. The warmth keeps him smiling as they kiss, relaxing at unfamiliar gentle touch from a familiar hand. The tension that does spur every once in a while isn't from aversion, instead nervous excitement and other feelings he can't think too deeply on with Wolfwood here. Some mix of selfish desire, stemming from pure and innocent love.
There might be a shitty snicker where Vash jokes that this is kind of out of character for Wolfwood.
Anyway, Vash would somehow be both sleepy and wired after where he's like maybe I should polish my gun and clean the barrel?? It was probably a funny first time. ]
[ Dogs choose their masters, after all. It may have been a job given to him, but despite his best attempts, this scruffy ex-blond with too much of a penchant for self-sacrifice and saviourdom wormed his way into the heart he'd tried to forget about. Somehow at the end of it all, they have something bordering domestic, lazy days in bed, pets in hair, comfortable flops of their body weight on each other.
Too comfortable. Retirement doesn't feel quite right yet, but it's a nice thought.
Writes in a fumble that Vash sat on his balls a little bit at one point and it hurt :(. Anyway he's just lounging in bed, swimming off pleasant serotonin and a disgusting amount of affection that kind of grosses the childish part of him out, somewhere deep past the love-addled, stupid surface. ]
[ You writing this fumble is so incredibly funny. He'd say sorry, sorry immediately after. Sorry for his not soft instead bony and firm nonexistent ass. Vash is likely up and about because of the flood of emotions he feels at the end of this all. A part of him feels relaxed after, relief layered in between, and that's weird. Then there's the the gush of overwhelming love shaded in so many swatches, all tailored and targeted to one single person. Love comes easy to him, he loves to love, loves being loved, now accepting love with less resistance, but this...
It's overwhelming and unfamiliar, a welcomed unfamiliar. It makes him itchy. But it also makes him incredibly happy to share a special moment with a special someone despite fumble. So happy, he has to do things like polish his gun. Shiny! ]
[ It's why childbirth is so painful for humans... Peacebringer is sooooo shiny right now it could blind anyone, but Vash does eventually put it down on the desk and considers counting how much ammo he has left. It's good to have a number in mind if he ever has to do showdown math. Sometimes, it's necessary.
It would be as easy as taking out the cartridges, but Wolfwood showing him uncharacteristic concern. The concern part isn't uncharacteristic, it's the blatant display of it. For a moment, he wonders if he passed out and this is a dream. ]
Woah...
[ Quietly, to himself, like there's disbelief this is happening. The allergic reaction of his childish side vibrates intensely, but seeing Wolfwood's expression has him reconsider. It's sweet and he can feel the warmth of endearment in his chest all over again. It bleeds to how he looks at Wolfwood, fond.
Wait. He's supposed to respond. He cartoonishly straightens up and raises both hands, shaking them, expression frantic as he tries to clear things up. ]
No, no, no! You didn't! I should be asking you that since... You know...
[ Pointy hard metal parts here and there, rough scars all along, etc. ]
[ To be fair I don't think it's pleasant for most. ]
Oi, don't "woah" me, I'm bein' for real here!
[ DIPSHIT. He's lying prone on the bed, lowering his head unto his crossed arms. Definitely the image of an oversized dog, loafing around but watching. ]
The rate you're going, you're gonna turn that barrel into a mirror, that's all.
[ Most animals do not go through as much pain... ]
I know you are.
[ He grows quiet for a moment and abandons his abrupt polishing obsession to close the short distance from the desk to the bed. There's still room for him to slip back in, right? He tries to, under the sheets too, and rests his head on Wolfwood's arm while he wraps an arm over his back. This is nice, even if it has his heart flutter a little before calming, and he indulges in the warmth that comes from skin against skin. Very cozy that Wolfwood also tends to run warm.
Eventually, he lifts his head so he can nose the side of Wolfwood's, nuzzling to comfort. He lets out a hushed whisper as he does, soft and grateful. He appreciates you. He appreciates you so much. ]
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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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Fine by me. S'long as you don't get too shy and run off.
[ A hand riding up Vash's chest, broad palm against it, just to hook a finger in his collar and pull at the fabric lightly, an urge for Vash to move a few inches down so Wolfwood can kiss him again anew. ]
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Wolfwood has placed his hand on him plenty of times. Context and situation really does change how it feels. It's interesting? ]
I won't.
[ Though he can't promise to not be too shy. At least he is sure about not running. They've done this song and dance enough where he thinks that he should stay—it feels like something he owes him.
The little tug does have him dip lower much like Wolfwood wants, giving him a kiss much like Wolfwood wants. ]
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Good.
[ Muttered just before the kiss, carrying the undertone of 'cause I'm gonna get your fucking ass otherwise'. When their lips meet though, it's a lot softer than the rest of Wolfwood suggests. A slow and languid tasting, a quiet coaxing to get him to finally be free of tension for once every time he tries to give him some gentle love. ]
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Vash gave his presence more meaning than that. It was a comfort he would always forget only to remember. The warmth keeps him smiling as they kiss, relaxing at unfamiliar gentle touch from a familiar hand. The tension that does spur every once in a while isn't from aversion, instead nervous excitement and other feelings he can't think too deeply on with Wolfwood here. Some mix of selfish desire, stemming from pure and innocent love.
There might be a shitty snicker where Vash jokes that this is kind of out of character for Wolfwood.
Anyway, Vash would somehow be both sleepy and wired after where he's like maybe I should polish my gun and clean the barrel?? It was probably a funny first time. ]
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Too comfortable. Retirement doesn't feel quite right yet, but it's a nice thought.
Writes in a fumble that Vash sat on his balls a little bit at one point and it hurt :(. Anyway he's just lounging in bed, swimming off pleasant serotonin and a disgusting amount of affection that kind of grosses the childish part of him out, somewhere deep past the love-addled, stupid surface. ]
Jesus, settle down.
[ Why are you WIRED. ]
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It's overwhelming and unfamiliar, a welcomed unfamiliar. It makes him itchy. But it also makes him incredibly happy to share a special moment with a special someone despite fumble. So happy, he has to do things like polish his gun. Shiny! ]
I am settled down!
[ WHY IS HE SO WIRED? ]
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You'd be glow-in-the-dark from how much you're sparkin'.
[ He sits up just a little bit, raising a brow at first, but his expression does slowly melt into a shard of concern. ]
Didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
[ Granted realistically it really is like. Physically? They could put each other through the wall but he really is thinking (fretting) more broadly. ]
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It would be as easy as taking out the cartridges, but Wolfwood showing him uncharacteristic concern. The concern part isn't uncharacteristic, it's the blatant display of it. For a moment, he wonders if he passed out and this is a dream. ]
Woah...
[ Quietly, to himself, like there's disbelief this is happening. The allergic reaction of his childish side vibrates intensely, but seeing Wolfwood's expression has him reconsider. It's sweet and he can feel the warmth of endearment in his chest all over again. It bleeds to how he looks at Wolfwood, fond.
Wait. He's supposed to respond. He cartoonishly straightens up and raises both hands, shaking them, expression frantic as he tries to clear things up. ]
No, no, no! You didn't! I should be asking you that since... You know...
[ Pointy hard metal parts here and there, rough scars all along, etc. ]
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Oi, don't "woah" me, I'm bein' for real here!
[ DIPSHIT. He's lying prone on the bed, lowering his head unto his crossed arms. Definitely the image of an oversized dog, loafing around but watching. ]
The rate you're going, you're gonna turn that barrel into a mirror, that's all.
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I know you are.
[ He grows quiet for a moment and abandons his abrupt polishing obsession to close the short distance from the desk to the bed. There's still room for him to slip back in, right? He tries to, under the sheets too, and rests his head on Wolfwood's arm while he wraps an arm over his back. This is nice, even if it has his heart flutter a little before calming, and he indulges in the warmth that comes from skin against skin. Very cozy that Wolfwood also tends to run warm.
Eventually, he lifts his head so he can nose the side of Wolfwood's, nuzzling to comfort. He lets out a hushed whisper as he does, soft and grateful. He appreciates you. He appreciates you so much. ]
Thanks.
[ For double-checking, for caring about him. ]
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