[ 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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
I do get something out of it! A good buzz and a good time.
[ He just can also snap out of it and become sober in a split second if he needs to. Whether it be plant metabolism or Vash being a weirdo himself who knows. ]
It's especially a good time when people throw a party. [ Sipping. ] This is also a good time.
[ A handful of days they spent in a town, celebrating their newfound freedom thanks to the intervention of Vash the Stampede. Some towns him curse him for the misfortune and others hail him a hero. The disparity was astounding, and of course, usually Knives's fault. Hopefully now, just the positive associations stick. ]
Great, thanks for lettin' me know I'm not shit company.
[ He does lean in again, but without play-aggression this time. Just a genuine lean into his shoulder. Not actually tired, given where the bar for that is -- he's experienced so much worse so often, and he'll only drop when his body literally can't hold himself up anymore. But it's a comfortable vibe that suggests maybe it's a good time to tip off to sleep, after they brush their teeth clean of cheese and wine. ]
Shelve the other bottle of wine, we can finish that another time.
[ Even if Wolfwood can sometimes be rather resigned when they happen, the festive spirit is infectious. No matter the occasion or place, Vash enjoys them... It's hard not to when he can see so many people smile in one place. For a short moment, his heart can soar and swell before it plummets in his solitude.
It's different now and the weight he feels leaned against him reminds him that. Vash quietly leans back without the aggression, too. It's comfortable... And it does feel like a good time to sleep. They've ate most of the cheese and salami, then the wine is practically gone. Time to turn in. ]
All right.
[ He will give Wolfwood a kiss on the cheek first. ]
[ Parties are 50/50. He's not always much for the loud socialisation aspect of it but sure, he can hang out at a function or two. And it is hard for a fun vibe to not leech through, even a small amount.
Vash is getting an arm thrown over his shoulder and locked into place after the display of affection. No pushing away. ]
You gonna brush your teeth before bed?
[ Even if it is followed with lite bully, as usual. ]
[ You know who's also noisy... You. Vash keeps that to himself, though, because Wolfwood could swap his mood into suplexing him and he doesn't want to chance his stomach becoming upset with sudden motions. He would like to not yak tonight. ]
Was planning on that since I don't want to wake up with morning breath and alcohol breath.
[ He would get flack from Wolfwood immediately, he's sure... Vash sometimes exists and Wolfwood would just yell at him about being stinky and how he needs to shower or air out the room.
Closing his eyes, he leans in to bonk his head against Wolfwood's, smile present and light. ]
You gonna let me go or is this your way of getting another kiss out of me?
[ But he doesn't sound like he minds. Like he'd mind but not like he's disgusted. He'd just bully at worst. He knows Vash keeps clean. It's a lot more than a lot of men on this planet.
He pauses. Just for a second. He doesn't say it but he definitely considered it. ]
Make out after wine and cheese? Had enough. Wanna be in bed.
[ Thank you for saying he's cleaner than other men on the planet. He keeps himself trimmed and enjoys a nice shower.
It's cozy and he's close to asking for Wolfwood to help him up because his bones feel like jelly, but he hears the next couple of words and his eyes shoot open wide. Instantly, he feels sober? But then is hit with the muddled intoxication. Both at the same time. ]
... Like... Are you asking? Or... You're saying you're too tired for that.
[ Usually, he can read cues pretty well, but his alcohol-addled brain got hit with several messages at once. This is when he'd bully Wolfwood no matter what the message is, even picking the most embarrassing interpretation for fuel, but instead he feels like he's doing emotional calculus and he has to ask the teacher's aid for a hint. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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I meant that I can hold myself together, but... I guess you're not wrong.
[ Audacity. ]
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[ DO YOU THINK YOU CAN GET OFF SCOT-FREE??? ALL THE TIME??? Vash just SHOVES his shoulder like why are you being a sensitive baby for. ]
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[ He lets himself get shoved. Brick wall keeling over like 45 degrees before righting himself, giving Vash a shoulder shove right back. ]
What do you even drink for if you don't get anything out of it? Taste?
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I do get something out of it! A good buzz and a good time.
[ He just can also snap out of it and become sober in a split second if he needs to. Whether it be plant metabolism or Vash being a weirdo himself who knows. ]
It's especially a good time when people throw a party. [ Sipping. ] This is also a good time.
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[ A handful of days they spent in a town, celebrating their newfound freedom thanks to the intervention of Vash the Stampede. Some towns him curse him for the misfortune and others hail him a hero. The disparity was astounding, and of course, usually Knives's fault. Hopefully now, just the positive associations stick. ]
Great, thanks for lettin' me know I'm not shit company.
[ He does lean in again, but without play-aggression this time. Just a genuine lean into his shoulder. Not actually tired, given where the bar for that is -- he's experienced so much worse so often, and he'll only drop when his body literally can't hold himself up anymore. But it's a comfortable vibe that suggests maybe it's a good time to tip off to sleep, after they brush their teeth clean of cheese and wine. ]
Shelve the other bottle of wine, we can finish that another time.
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[ Even if Wolfwood can sometimes be rather resigned when they happen, the festive spirit is infectious. No matter the occasion or place, Vash enjoys them... It's hard not to when he can see so many people smile in one place. For a short moment, his heart can soar and swell before it plummets in his solitude.
It's different now and the weight he feels leaned against him reminds him that. Vash quietly leans back without the aggression, too. It's comfortable... And it does feel like a good time to sleep. They've ate most of the cheese and salami, then the wine is practically gone. Time to turn in. ]
All right.
[ He will give Wolfwood a kiss on the cheek first. ]
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[ Parties are 50/50. He's not always much for the loud socialisation aspect of it but sure, he can hang out at a function or two. And it is hard for a fun vibe to not leech through, even a small amount.
Vash is getting an arm thrown over his shoulder and locked into place after the display of affection. No pushing away. ]
You gonna brush your teeth before bed?
[ Even if it is followed with lite bully, as usual. ]
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Was planning on that since I don't want to wake up with morning breath and alcohol breath.
[ He would get flack from Wolfwood immediately, he's sure... Vash sometimes exists and Wolfwood would just yell at him about being stinky and how he needs to shower or air out the room.
Closing his eyes, he leans in to bonk his head against Wolfwood's, smile present and light. ]
You gonna let me go or is this your way of getting another kiss out of me?
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[ But he doesn't sound like he minds. Like he'd mind but not like he's disgusted. He'd just bully at worst. He knows Vash keeps clean. It's a lot more than a lot of men on this planet.
He pauses. Just for a second. He doesn't say it but he definitely considered it. ]
Make out after wine and cheese? Had enough. Wanna be in bed.
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It's cozy and he's close to asking for Wolfwood to help him up because his bones feel like jelly, but he hears the next couple of words and his eyes shoot open wide. Instantly, he feels sober? But then is hit with the muddled intoxication. Both at the same time. ]
... Like... Are you asking? Or... You're saying you're too tired for that.
[ Usually, he can read cues pretty well, but his alcohol-addled brain got hit with several messages at once. This is when he'd bully Wolfwood no matter what the message is, even picking the most embarrassing interpretation for fuel, but instead he feels like he's doing emotional calculus and he has to ask the teacher's aid for a hint. ]
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