Hey, I ain't gonna be offended if you still wanna "finish me off".
[The innuendo is not lost on him, whether Vash realizes it or not, sorry!
But for ONCE, Wolfwood isn't actively trying to make poor Vash's affliction worse. Instead, he's treating him carefully, gentle as he accepts his weight as he leans into him. He's able to easily stay on his feet despite the slippery tile floor suggesting otherwise, his fingers moving from his neck down to his shoulders as he makes his way down his right side first. He's aware that his prosthetic is waterproof, but that doesn't change the fact he isn't sure he should be getting it all soapy. ...then again, Vash himself just soaped it up, so maybe he's worried for nothing. Hm.
And despite all of Vash's own flaws, from the scars to the parts of him that are no longer even organic, metal bits haphazardly slapped on to keep him stitched together in a pinch, Wolfwood traces each with his fingertips reverently, so close now that they're almost touching, chest-to-chest. He brings one hand up underneath Vash's pec (the one with the nipple), washing over it while giving it a more than deliberate squeeze, okay that one was on purpose sue him-]
Oh, Lord. What did a sinner like me do to deserve being graced with such a beautiful specimen as this?
[He growls those words, deep in the air between them.]
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[The innuendo is not lost on him, whether Vash realizes it or not, sorry!
But for ONCE, Wolfwood isn't actively trying to make poor Vash's affliction worse. Instead, he's treating him carefully, gentle as he accepts his weight as he leans into him. He's able to easily stay on his feet despite the slippery tile floor suggesting otherwise, his fingers moving from his neck down to his shoulders as he makes his way down his right side first. He's aware that his prosthetic is waterproof, but that doesn't change the fact he isn't sure he should be getting it all soapy. ...then again, Vash himself just soaped it up, so maybe he's worried for nothing. Hm.
And despite all of Vash's own flaws, from the scars to the parts of him that are no longer even organic, metal bits haphazardly slapped on to keep him stitched together in a pinch, Wolfwood traces each with his fingertips reverently, so close now that they're almost touching, chest-to-chest. He brings one hand up underneath Vash's pec (the one with the nipple), washing over it while giving it a more than deliberate squeeze, okay that one was on purpose sue him-]
Oh, Lord. What did a sinner like me do to deserve being graced with such a beautiful specimen as this?
[He growls those words, deep in the air between them.]