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[plantcifist]

[ continued from here ]

uh
it's more like.. who didn't i piss off
ha ha

[yoke]

well gee spikes i didn't think you could piss an entire town off in the time it takes you to get a pack of smokes
but i guess i shouldn't be surprised at this point

[plantcifist]

it all happened really fast, okay?!
i did manage to get the cigarettes, you're welcome!!

gonna have sandburns on my belly by the time i crawl back to the motel.

[yoke]

maybe if you listened to me when i said i could get em myself you wouldn't be having this problem

don't crawl dumbass
where are you

[plantcifist]

i was trying to be nice, jeez. you could at least say thank you!!

well the alternative is coming back full of bullets! so!!

if you come to get me it will completely defeat the purpose of me crawling on the ground to sneak out of here unseen!

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[plantcifist]

[ from here ]

that's not very nice, you know!

[ vash is so over nine am classes. they deserve cuddles. ]

you have more than a 4.0 gpa, wolfwood. besides, no one's making you miss class.

[ come join him, then! c8 ]

taken to a secondary location...

[clericus]

tell me whatever it is i did to make you think i was nice, so i can stop doing it.

[ no one's making you miss class. bullshit. vash with his stupid octopus limbs, sleeping all over him like he's a goddamn futon-- that's what'll make him miss class.

because he can't convince himself that he doesn't want to be tangled up with vash, that early. ]

fine. i'm comin. if you so much as open the bottle before i get there i'm breakin it over your head.

with the limpest wrist imaginable

[plantcifist]

nope, gonna take that secret to my grave!

[ if vash is a little cuddly in bed... maybe that's just his way of making wolfwood rest for longer than 3.6 hours at a time. ]

heh, i'll wait for you, don't worry. i'm at the usual place.

how dare you. kidnap me with more passion pls

[clericus]

[ the usual place. wolfwood nearly changes his mind just from that. because 'the usual place' is about three yards from his dorm room-- vash's room, right across the hall.

he snaps his laptop shut, gives up on the essay he's been staring at for an hour now. he can work on it this weekend, and have a convenient excuse to avoid vash if wine night goes sour.

wolfwood tears his shirt off and changes into something a little more presentable. brushes his teeth, which turns into angrily brushing his teeth about halfway through. he's being ridiculous. nothing's gonna happen.

he reapplies deodorant anyway.

wolfwood locks his front door behind him, strolls across the hallway and lets himself into vash's dorm. ]

How many times do I gotta tell you to lock this thing?

[ he huffs and shakes his head, closing the door behind him and flipping the lock. ]

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[plantcifist]

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i'd believe that if i was a season hire that'd been here a week, maybe.

i really don't want 'beaten to death with wolfwood's stupid louboutoms' on my gravestone, thanks!!

i didn't tell EVERYBODY i told meryl and milly!!
in confidence!
wait, hang on. are you saying we're... not dating dating? or boyfriends???
fuck. i'm sorry nico i shouldn't have assumed.

[clericus]

they don't put your cause of death on your gravestone you dumbass
that goes on your death cert

you worthless motherfucker.
i didn't say that.

just kind of fucking jarring to find out you've been telling other people that without asking me.
and finding out i've been wondering what we are for nothing.

[ they're really bad at communication. ]

[plantcifist]

you can put whatever you want on a gravestone, and knowing you you'd somehow manage to make mine dumb!!

hey! i heard you curse that out loud!!
i mean
nvm

i don't know!! i thought it was obvious that we were and you just weren't ready to put a label on it! nico, you get kind of.. cagey talking about emotions sometimes, so i just figured if it sort of naturally came about it might be easier...
why didn't you ask me if you were wondering? did you really think there was any chance i'd say we weren't?

[clericus]

[ of course he was wondering. vash never said anything, and unlike some people, wolfwood wasn't gonna just assume. he's cagey about emotions, it's not easy to just ask. and there's a high chance vash could have said they weren't-- he's not stupid enough to think there's nothing ill-advised about dating him. maybe it finally sunk in that wolfwood is a pile of issues masquerading around as a person. the type of person that chases him around the entire store while threatening violence. ]

you what

[ wolfwood comes to a halt in the middle of the aisle, and stuffs his phone into his pocket, searching around. there's nowhere vash could be that he's close enough to hear him curse, and still manage to escape without wolfwood seeing. but there isn't a hint of motion.

then, from closer than he expects-- the honk honk! of an cartoonish car horn. ]

Are you hiding in a fucking laundry basket?

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[plantcifist]

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i'm just sad, okay?! i had a hard day. people haven't been the kindest around here. not that i blame 'em, and i already know what you'll say about that.

dunno. just lonely lately.

[cultri]

i can't understand why you subject yourself to their treatment, vash.

does it not exhaust you?

[plantcifist]

of course it does.

but i have to help them. no one is else is going to.. and there's lots of good out there, along with the bad. when i see that.. it makes it worth it, but that doesn't mean it isn't hard.

and today was just.. hard.

[cultri]

they aren't your responsibility.

( his brother is like an actual masochist wtf )

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[plantcifist]

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[ not very priest-like of him at all, jeez!! ]

maybe you don't need to be soft.
maybe you just need someone to be soft with you.

...she said "sorry, i could not find vash's dignity" if you've gotta know.

[shaltnot]

[ good thing he's an undertaker! for now?? ]

that's getting dangerously sentimental there
stuff like that could be worse than a little bite, you know

hahahahahaha
ha ha
ok that was worth it

[plantcifist]

[ potato potahto - what's really the difference between an undertaker and a priest in no man's land, anyway? ]

i'm sure anything approaching emotional vulnerability feels dangerous when you're allergic to feelings, yeah.

[ not that he'd know anything about that, himself. ]

hey c'mon now 8C
you could at least pretend not to think it's funny!

[shaltnot]

[ ...fair point. everyone's ending up in the same place ]

says the guy with the fakest smiles on this side of the planet

[ yeah. NOW what, vash ]

no way that's hilarious
i'm taking a screen of this convo now tyvm

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[plantcifist]

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[ Vash snorts. Wolfwood's got a temper, like Nai, but at least unlike Nai his anger got taken out on the eggs more than Vash. He dumps the bag in a nearby sidewalk trash can and wipes his hands off. ]

I'd like to try one of the places you always have us buying you dinner from. What's that one with the burgers?

[ He walks back upstairs with Wolfwood, up three flights until they reach the proper floor - which Wolfwood points out obnoxiously like he's three - and head back inside Wolfwood's still unlocked apartment. He doesn't really know how he messed up and went to another one, especially with Wolfwood's 'Come Back With A Warrant' door mat.

They get inside and Wolfwood is talking about places they can order from, his favorite burgers at the place Vash mentioned, back turned to him... and Vash... maybe it's something about the smell of Wolfwood's place, the comfort of being wanted despite the fact they just had a fight, but he feels nearly overcome with emotion.

Vash steps up behind Wolfwood, fists a hand into the fabric of his shirt, presses his forehead against his shoulder, and exhales. ] I'm.. sorry for being a brat earlier. Thanks. For not letting me leave.

[clericus]

Oh, Burger She Wrote? Yeah, they're good. You prolly won't wanna eat all weekend after one'a those.

[ He's buzzing with the elation of somehow having come out of that argument unscathed. Wolfwood is shit at people, shit at feelings, wholly expected Vash to head home and maybe block him everywhere and never watch him stream again-- but instead, he's coming back up to his apartment and talking about what they're going to have for dinner.

Wolfwood makes sure to point out the C on the door, traces his finger over the curve of it like Vash is three and just learning how to write. Then he steps over the bright pink doormat to the inside of his apartment, Vash following behind. ]

There's the Thai place, the Haitian place, uhh the taqueria is closed this late... Burger place's got a real good limited thing for summer, 's got pineapple and mango chutney--

[ He quiets as Vash grabs a handful of his shirt. He should be embarrassed, the way his heartbeat stutters, ears flush pink. They just had a whole argument because Vash bottled up his feelings, so this feels like-- something. And then Vash presses his forehead to Wolfwood's shoulder, exhales and murmurs and the warm hum of his voice so close makes goosebumps rise up on his neck. He reaches up and over his shoulder to ruffle Vash's hair, leaves his fingers buried in it for the moment. ]

Tch... don't thank me. I was just bein' selfish, not letting you go.

[ He's still not letting Vash go. He inhales slow, exhales, thinks about their dinner options, counts upwards by multiples of seven, anything to keep himself from thinking about how much he'd like Vash to step forward and press against him. ]

[plantcifist]

[ Vash presses into Wolfwood's hand in his hair like he's touch-starved for it, chokes down the whine that threatens to spill out of his throat.

Wolfwood doesn't let Vash go, says that it was selfish on his part, but it doesn't make Vash feel any less affectionate toward him. ]

Then thanks for being selfish. 'Cause I.. didn't really want to go. [ Vash presses close against his back, nuzzles softly at his shoulder. He's never gotten this close to Wolfwood before, but Vash needs to cuddle and be close after a fight, and it's hard to resist when Wolfwood is right here and so warm and welcoming. ]

[clericus]

[ Wolfwood wishes he had more self-restraint when it comes to Vash.

He's never had a problem swallowing down his want, denying himself. Having was a luxury, growing up in a group home. Wolfwood couldn't afford to be picky. And he's spent enough years hungry. He knows how to ignore the ache.

Except with Vash. Because-- he presses close, and it feels like a magnet pulling Wolfwood in. Tugging him along with Vash's whims. He exhales soft, stuttery as Vash fits himself along the line of Wolfwood's spine, nuzzling his shoulder. ]

Knew you didn't. ...Want to go, [ Wolfwood mumbles, swallows heavy. ] Can't fool me, Blondie, wasn't born yesterday. [ He scrubs his blunt fingernails along Vash's scalp, and leans back against him. ] Just quit tryina get away with shit.