[They are both lucky that Wolfwood’s reflexes are such that he’s able to get his coffee onto a flat surface before Vash literally clambers into his lap, hello. Angelina isn’t paying them any mind currently as she’s found her little dog bed and is chewing her toy in it, oblivious to the way her owner looks back at Vash slightly aghast because of all the things he expected to do, straddling his lap was NOT one of them.
And, well. Now he’s here, and he’s making it Wolfwood’s problem, as his smirk turns from easy going to shit eating.]
Could ask you the same thing.
[He leans his shoulders back a bit so he’s at a slightly lower angle than Vash, looking a bit up at him instead of directly on. He’s long since shed his coat since they’re inside the warm house, so it shirt is just. Open, while they do this.
His grin broadens, showing teeth now as he finally reaches out both hands and lays them, finger by finger in a teasingly slow manner until his hands lay flat, against Vash’s hips. An absolutely snatched waist this man has, for men to hold.]
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And, well. Now he’s here, and he’s making it Wolfwood’s problem, as his smirk turns from easy going to shit eating.]
Could ask you the same thing.
[He leans his shoulders back a bit so he’s at a slightly lower angle than Vash, looking a bit up at him instead of directly on. He’s long since shed his coat since they’re inside the warm house, so it shirt is just. Open, while they do this.
His grin broadens, showing teeth now as he finally reaches out both hands and lays them, finger by finger in a teasingly slow manner until his hands lay flat, against Vash’s hips. An absolutely snatched waist this man has, for men to hold.]
Why? Didja’ want more?