agora | HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

[ The way you both dragged him to get a blue highlight. It's gone by now. He just lets himself get fed another cheese cube . . . ]

Do whatever you want. Go firetruck red and match your favourite jacket.

Try lookin' a little less exactly like your wanted posters.

I don't look exactly like my wanted poster right now, all right?

[ With much feigned offense and a slice of salami right after into Wolfwood's mouth. It is a little looney how he went on with going unnoticed a lot unless his poster was immediately there for comparison, but that's what it's like in the Wild Wild Galaxy West.

Vash did the bare minimum with going by a different name sometimes. That's it. ]

You have to agree that I'm a little more lowkey now.

It's the fuckin' fact that they got your blond ass, red jacket, and shades right on the front cover and you didn't even think of changin' one single thing about it. For how many years!

[ Pokes him in the temple because he's rude. But also Vash is insane. And maybe this is sort of finally payback for the sheer fact that the one time Vash actually did do the laying-low thing proper was the time Wolfwood had to actually find him! It took two years. ]

Dunno about lowkey. They already got your mugshot updated. I saw 'em.

[ Since he couldn't help himself and went I AM VASH THE STAMPEDE after his black hair update. ]

[ His head so easily lolls when Wolfwood pokes him... Eyes crinkled into a smile much like his lips, a little goofy and maybe all too content to be washed away by alcohol. It doesn't entirely have his mind, but he does feel it slip into a peaceful lull.

Peaceful enough where he's thinking how nice it'd be to have a huge chunk of cheese. The criticism is rolling off his back since he has heard this before. He extends his pointer finger for the hand holding a glass, pointing at Wolfwood. ]

You did... Right! [ He remembers his new wanted poster and him still going out there every once in a while saying I'M VASH THE STAMPEDE. ] Why did they choose that photo? I don't look that menacing!

Really? This long bein' an outlaw and you're askin' that?

[ He can't read the meta and yet, he can sense it, because he's shoving a cube of cheap cheese at Vash's mouth next. ]

Iunno what else you'd prefer. A dumb-lookin' photo plastered on every saloon wall?

[ His eyes widen in dismay. There are plenty! Of better options! ]

Is a more flattering one too much to—[ He gets cheesed and stops talking because he has to chew. ]

Whose fault is that, huh?

[ Poking him in the temple some more. It's a bad habit. ]

[ He gets poked some more and he lets him do that while he chews on the cheese. After a dairy gulp, he DOES NOT YIELD ON THIS. ]

You're saying it's my fault they used that photo?! They definitely have better shots of me! Meryl showed me some of them!

I mean if you didn't go around screamin', I'm the big scary Humanoid Typhoon an' shit like that, dumbass!

[ It's either the goblin poster or it's his silly teehee one from the anime or Badlands Rumble. Very funny. ]

You ever get sick of seeing your own face on the papers?

I don't add big and scary.

[ That is the opposite of what he is! The opposite of what he'd like to be known for... And it's already tagged onto the title of Humanoid Typhoon, anyway. Point is, he is humble! Except for the few times he did bloat his name to be scarier. He, in drunken reverie, does not remember those times.

He eats some cured meats, chewing with his cheeks puffed out. ]

Of course I do! All of the times I've had a bounty, it wasn't my fault!

[ Fortunately, not so drunk that it's self-deprecating hours. He just wants to complain. ]

Don't you.

[ Just slouching on him, shoulder to shoulder. You are a silly boy Vash... unfortunately... you are Wolfwood's silly lad... ]

Maybe you should get a new image all over again. Shave your head this time.

You really enjoyed it when I was bald. It's kind of creepy.

[ Does not wait to attack Wolfwood and conflate what actually happened... Despite that, he slumps against him, incredibly comfortable, almost affectionate in the tipsy haze. ]

I was kinda pissed actually. [ Because it was just so much emotionally piled up. ] Then it happened to Livio and it just ended up kinda funny.

[ Is it because he avoided getting balded. Yeah. He naturally throws an arm over him, content to have the physical touch. ]

You really gonna try to polish off all of this or are we done for tonight?

Pissed? After chasing me to touch my bald head and thinking it was funny?

[ Does Wolfwood care to explain a bit more... He knew that Wolfwood had been tense throughout the whole stay in the Underground, but even Vash could find maybe a chuckle to see someone bald.

Don't mind if he lazily but weirdly carefully touch the hand of the arm Wolfwood swung around him, then hold it for his own comfort. Vash closes his eyes and hums, content and thinking yet not conjuring thoughts. ]

If we're sticking around, we can save the rest for later, but if we're going to head out we should finish.

[ While he has carried alcohol on him before, he's more nervous about something so expensive in his bag. ]

You were smoother than an egg.

[ It's just like the raw insanity of being so fucking mad about everything and stressed out of your mind and then the guy you're in love with who has also been griefing you and is one of the two reasons why you're so stressed throughout the entire game just shows up bald. MG really is clown music all the time. ]

We'll hit the road eventually but we're not in that much of a rush, right?

[ They don't have to abandon places within days, hours after they arrive anymore. There's no deathly Ark, harbinger of the apocalypse, looming and waiting to accept them. They can do whatever the fuck they want. Wolfwood isn't ready to settle down yet, but he's alright to slow down. ]

[ Wolfwood really lost his mind while Vash was like "I guess this is just what happens to me" including the murder game scenario. He presses his face into Wolfwood's shirt, thinking...

They're bound to be on the road in the future, but not too soon. ]

You think you can keep up?

[ Vash... Wants to drink to enjoy rather than drown all his sorrows. ]

The fuck you think I've been doing all this time if not keeping up?

[ Answer him that, bitch. If he can keep up with the Human Typhoon, he can surely keep up with anything in the world. Giving this mop of messy hair a purposeful ruffle with his hand. ]

[ STOP MESSING WITH HIS HAIR, except Vash doesn't do much but lazily pour them more wine. They're going to empty it whether Wolfwood can or not. Vash can clean it out with ease... Unfortunately? Fortunately? ]

You didn't drink a lot before!

[ He understood why, but the point is that Wolfwood never quite let loose. It would have been funnier if he was a bit of a lightweight. It's fine. He likes Wolfwood however he is. ]

Didn't feel like it. Can't really get all drunk on the job, can I?

[ Even if his body does also metabolise it real fast, but he can get drunk for at least one night. That's all it takes to die. He wasn't ready to risk that. Well he still wouldn't risk that but the chances are far, far less. ]

Now that I'm in-between jobs 'cause of you, guess the least you can do me is spare a drink or two, yeah.

I think you could've afforded a night to let loose before.

[ He's lazily still sidled against him, swirling the wine in his glass a bit before imbibing a good amount in. ]

I'd be watching over you.

[ He'd protect you, you know. ]

You just telling me about all your wishful thinking now or what?

[ Again, pinches his side a little. It's weak, not enough to make him jump. ]

So you're sayin' you think I'd pass out first.

[ Which is the opposite of what's usually happened so far. ]

[ STOP PINCHING HIM. He can't grab at Wolfwood's wrist because his hands are a bit occupied with his glass. He does squirm though, slumping further down. Looking up, his eyebrows arch while he gives him a lop-sided smile. ]

I meant that I can hold myself together, but... I guess you're not wrong.

[ Audacity. ]

[ Opts to pinch him... harder. ]

[ Bites him. ]

Ow! What the hell is wrong with you!

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