[ 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. ]
[ There's definitely enough room for Vash to crawl back in. Wolfwood will make it, even if it is in their two-giant-freaks-one-regular-bed situation. He settles comfortably here despite Vash's angular frame, metal bits poking. Even that warms up within a few seconds when they're together. ]
You ain't gotta thank me worth shit. [ He hums, the usual nonchalance. He could say something real cheesy and real stupid but he decides to refrain. Instead, he settles for throwing his arm back over Vash's back and pressing his lips on the other's forehead, a quiet but warm gesture. ]
[ True... Metal will adjust to the temperature, but they're still two giants in a regular sized bed. They're fit snug as peas in a pod, unfortunately or fortunately, but the ship has good circulation and AC. He was going to retort and double down on his gratitude because he had been used to holding his words close and away, letting it die on his tongue, and watching people disappear. Battle of words, even if it'll embarrass Wolfwood out of the bed.
But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]
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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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You ain't gotta thank me worth shit. [ He hums, the usual nonchalance. He could say something real cheesy and real stupid but he decides to refrain. Instead, he settles for throwing his arm back over Vash's back and pressing his lips on the other's forehead, a quiet but warm gesture. ]
Sleep?
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But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]