[Cute that Vash at all thinks that is going to be the last time he sees Wolfwood naked tonight. Even cuter that he thinks this man is going to put his clothes back on before getting into bed.
Yes, he IS that type, even when it's 0 degrees out apparently.
ANYWAY, Wolfwood gets himself washed with no issue (and mercifully without cracking his head oh the bathtub), grabbing another towel for himself so he can quickly scrub his hair mostly-dry, pat down the rest of himself, and then drape the towel around his shoulders as they head out of the steamed-up bathroom.]
[Likewise, Vash also keeps his towel over his shoulders. They made quite a mess in the bed, so it's probably better that they lay something down until they can get new sheets in. He's really gonna have to call in a few favors to Heimr, isn't he?
For now, he toddles back to the room. Unlike Wolfwood, Vash isn't entirely content sleeping in the nude. Which is exactly why she reaches for Wolfwood's discarded button up, draping it loosely over his shoulders and then fastening only the middle most button. He casts only a slightly coy glance over his shoulder before throwing the towel over the worst of the mess.
[Yeah, uh, sorry Heimr please don't think too hard about why they might be asking for spare sheets, thanks!!
Wolfwood, of course, watches with rapt attention as Vash grabs for his button-up without prompting, putting it on like it belongs to him. He huffs under his breath, a lightly incredulous sound, as he tosses his towel down alongside Vash's for good measure before he follows him to bed.]
You're liable to make me act up dressin' like that, asshole.
[Mr. Hangs Shadow Dong will see through any ruses they try to put forward, unfortunately. But it won't keep either of them from lying anyway.]
What? Is there a problem? [Vash flutters his lashes as he reaches for the covers, pulling them up and over both of their bodies. If Wolfwood can't see it, he can't get worked up, right? He's pretty sure it works like that.]
I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time, though.
[FOR NOW...IT'S FINE...and Vash is lucky that they're both too fucked out for Wolfwood to do anything about it. He's far more interested in laying up close to Vash, immediately reaching one of his hands out so he can play with his damp hair.]
[He bumps his forehead against Wolfwood's with a fair bit of force. It's not nearly enough to hurt either of them — just enough to summarize his indignation.]
We finally put the stamp on our relationship, and that's what you have to say to me? I'm hurt!
[His flesh arm slides around Wolfwood, pulling himself that much closer. Clearly he's very annoyed.]
[For what it's worth, he takes it in stride. Their heads bonk together, and Wolfwood simply laughs about it, in a rare kind of good mood that means there's very little that could shake him out of it.]
What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.
[Wolfwood just...says that, as easy as you please, even though Vash is looking at him with real tears in his eyes. He seems completely unbothered by the display, even as he closes the gap between them again so he can brush his lips along the bridge of Vash's nose.]
But that's what I love about you. You're cute as hell.
[Vash offers the most put-upon of sniffles, all ugly and withering.]
Only you could make something so rude sound so sweet.
[But the tears dry soon enough. And as much as he'd like to stare longingly into those eyes the entire night, it isn't long until a loud yawn rumbles through Vash. He stretches his gangly limbs out in every direction, before looping his arms around Wolfwood properly.]
Do I look like the kind of guy who fucks and bounces afterwards?
[Yes. You, in fact, do look like that kind of guy.
The way Vash's limbs stretch out over him is to be expected, prompting a sigh from Wolfwood that rattles through his whole frame before he settles again, letting his chin rest on top of Vash's head.]
[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
[...god. He thinks Vash might be the only person who has ever thanked him for sex. But...
He knows better. That's not all he's thanking him for.
Vash won't be able to see it, but he might be able to feel the way Wolfwood smiles against his hair, pressing his lips there briefly before he settles once more.]
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Yes, he IS that type, even when it's 0 degrees out apparently.
ANYWAY, Wolfwood gets himself washed with no issue (and mercifully without cracking his head oh the bathtub), grabbing another towel for himself so he can quickly scrub his hair mostly-dry, pat down the rest of himself, and then drape the towel around his shoulders as they head out of the steamed-up bathroom.]
Ready.
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For now, he toddles back to the room. Unlike Wolfwood, Vash isn't entirely content sleeping in the nude. Which is exactly why she reaches for Wolfwood's discarded button up, draping it loosely over his shoulders and then fastening only the middle most button. He casts only a slightly coy glance over his shoulder before throwing the towel over the worst of the mess.
Then it's all about clambering into bed.]
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Wolfwood, of course, watches with rapt attention as Vash grabs for his button-up without prompting, putting it on like it belongs to him. He huffs under his breath, a lightly incredulous sound, as he tosses his towel down alongside Vash's for good measure before he follows him to bed.]
You're liable to make me act up dressin' like that, asshole.
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What? Is there a problem? [Vash flutters his lashes as he reaches for the covers, pulling them up and over both of their bodies. If Wolfwood can't see it, he can't get worked up, right? He's pretty sure it works like that.]
I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time, though.
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[FOR NOW...IT'S FINE...and Vash is lucky that they're both too fucked out for Wolfwood to do anything about it. He's far more interested in laying up close to Vash, immediately reaching one of his hands out so he can play with his damp hair.]
You're so dumb. Your face is so dumb.
[He kisses his cheek as he says that.]
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[He bumps his forehead against Wolfwood's with a fair bit of force. It's not nearly enough to hurt either of them — just enough to summarize his indignation.]
We finally put the stamp on our relationship, and that's what you have to say to me? I'm hurt!
[His flesh arm slides around Wolfwood, pulling himself that much closer. Clearly he's very annoyed.]
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What, did you expect anything different?
[He allows Vash to pull him in close, giving him the excuse he needed to press his face against the side of Vash's neck, tickling the skin there with his stubble.]
That's what I like about you. Your dumb puppydog face.
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You think I look dumb?
[He leans away from their embrace, lip wibbling away. Are those tears in his eyes too?]
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[Wolfwood just...says that, as easy as you please, even though Vash is looking at him with real tears in his eyes. He seems completely unbothered by the display, even as he closes the gap between them again so he can brush his lips along the bridge of Vash's nose.]
But that's what I love about you. You're cute as hell.
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Only you could make something so rude sound so sweet.
[But the tears dry soon enough. And as much as he'd like to stare longingly into those eyes the entire night, it isn't long until a loud yawn rumbles through Vash. He stretches his gangly limbs out in every direction, before looping his arms around Wolfwood properly.]
Better still be here when I wake up.
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[Yes. You, in fact, do look like that kind of guy.
The way Vash's limbs stretch out over him is to be expected, prompting a sigh from Wolfwood that rattles through his whole frame before he settles again, letting his chin rest on top of Vash's head.]
Go t'sleep, Vash.
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[He can't think of the last time he's felt this comfortable. There's steady warmth beside him, while the fabric of Wolfwood's shirt feels soft against his skin. With every breath, he catches the acrid smell of cigarettes and gunpowder, along with every other scent that Wolfwood seemed to carry on him. Despite it all, it's far from unpleasant. And Vash feels perfectly at ease.
His eyes close, while his head angles just enough to rest above the dip in his collar bone. If he strains just hard enough, he can hear the steady thump of Wolfwood's heart. It's more than enough to lull him to sleep.]
G'night, Nick. Thanks for everything.
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He knows better. That's not all he's thanking him for.
Vash won't be able to see it, but he might be able to feel the way Wolfwood smiles against his hair, pressing his lips there briefly before he settles once more.]
...night.