[ 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. ]
[ The Catch-22. He can't say he was asking because he wasn't but how does he say that without sounding like some tsun asshole. Why does Vash do this to him. ]
I said I wanna go to bed! Just get up already, you said you were gonna brush your teeth.
[ YOU ASSHOLE, WHEN HE SAID KISS EARLIER, HE HAD MEANT WOLFWOOD WANTED LIKE... ANOTHER PECK, then it spiraled. Oh my god they are such a mess and it's dawning on Vash that they are both so fucking stupid.
He just shoots up onto his feet and goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Goodbye. ]
[ I think I forgot to mention he returned from brushing his teeth, but he RUSHES TO BRUSH HIS TEETH like he's scared Wolfwood is going to throttle him over something so simple.
[ He will give Wolfwood a couple of old photos he can look at. They range from aged based on the texture and color. Of course Vash looks the same across all of them, but there is a progression. Some are not familiar to Wolfwood at all, then some do just a bit if he met them when they're younger. They're grown adults now, though.
Younger Luida is also here and there and stinky baby Bradd in diapers makes a funny cameo in the photos. ]
[ He's back, mouthwashed. He's running a hand through his fringe, ends a little bit wet like he probably washed his face quick with just water while he was there. He takes a picture and looks at them. ]
Wow, it's your baby photos. Wait, is that Brad as a snot-nosed brat?
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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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I said I wanna go to bed! Just get up already, you said you were gonna brush your teeth.
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He just shoots up onto his feet and goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Goodbye. ]
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Anyway, wolfwood_sitting.png ]
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You... Going to lie down and sleep? Or...
[ FUCKING WEIRDO. ]
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What will Wolfwood be doing when he's done? ]
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Just kidding, he's going to idly look through some old photographs that were in his desk drawer. ]
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[ He will give Wolfwood a couple of old photos he can look at. They range from aged based on the texture and color. Of course Vash looks the same across all of them, but there is a progression. Some are not familiar to Wolfwood at all, then some do just a bit if he met them when they're younger. They're grown adults now, though.
Younger Luida is also here and there and stinky baby Bradd in diapers makes a funny cameo in the photos. ]
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Wow, it's your baby photos. Wait, is that Brad as a snot-nosed brat?
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