[ 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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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. ]