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@continually;

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( from here. )

i like the thought of the laughter ...
the vomit, not so much
are you sure that's a good idea??
to make them laugh that hard?
it can't be good for their insides!

@clericus;

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( from here. )

( eesh ... but if he was soft about it we might think there was something wrong with him. he's used to his brashness. )

i'm just saying it sounds like false advertising

just about everything i do you think is stupid
some way or another
i just think it's a matter of opinion

( and of course he's being very himself about it. )

what if i banked for later
when i do something that might not be all AROUND stupid, but you think it is?

ty for overflowing!

[clericus]

[ this is about as close to soft as he's gonna get. aggressive concern, and the worst communication skills known to man. so yeah there is something wrong with him but it's normal. ]

what, do i need to run it by a board of fuckin experts to figure out if it's stupid when you do something that'll get you killed?
christ blondie you really piss me off.

[ if vash could be a little less himself, maybe wolfwood would be a little less like this. ]

what are you trying to do.
and am i gonna need a drink before even reading what it is.

i really wanted it to continue so ty for coming along!

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( that is, again, the sort of gruffness he's gotten himself used to -- and what did he say in the beginning? those are the eyes of a good guy. his concern isn't misplaced, but if you ask around, someone might say his bedside manner needs a little bit of an adjustment.

he's so used to pissing him off by now that he doesn't even flinch, so, progress?? progress! in fact ... he might even smile a little bit. because that's just thee way vash does things. )

if it makes you feel better, i don't really think this is going to be enough to kill me
unless i mess up REALLY BAD

( it's really just. stupid. like young human boy level stupid. he almost doesn't want to say it now, but he's gone and gotten himself in this hole, he might as well either dig it deeper or find a way to get out of it. )

do you think you could teach a thomas to race?
like if i dangled a doughnut on a string in front of it?

( how mad you gonna be, woowoo. )

ofc! let's hope.... ww doesn't make you regret that kdjnskhn

[clericus]

[ he could be mad. he's gotten mad over less.

but-- when he reads, rereads the texts, there's something he could only describe as relief that pours over him. to wolfwood, doing something stupid means vash is going to get a handful of holes shot in him, or get himself killed, or get all of them killed. this? vash actually doing something that's stupid in the way that makes old folks shake their head and boys will be boys...? this is different.

(and, all things considered, wolfwood is probably like nineteen so. maybe there's room for frat boy antics in him, too.) ]

what the fuck are you gonna race it against?

[ because THAT'S the priority here. ]

i swear, you don't think about a goddamn thing before opening your mouth, do ya. what if they don't like donuts? i've only seen 'em eat seed.

if woowoo isn't yelling at him for being stupid something is wrong, i think we're good

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( generally, that would be the case; someone needs help, someone needs saving or something along those lines, and if you've known him for, oh, five seconds? you'd know he'd be more than willing to stick his neck out for no reason other than he can and he will, but at least. this isn't one of those how huge of an idiot can you be instances.

so you don't need to yell, right?

right?

( come on, nico, thoma race with him! ) )

i don't know?
it's just
hypothetical at this point
but we don't know if they like anything other than seed
only one way to find out!!!

'woowoo' is stuck in my head now...

[clericus]

[ he always needs to yell but that's like. genetic predisposition or something. ]

take a second to plan shit for once.

[ wolfwood still hasn't accepted that he's the one who's gonna have to plan everything, forever, since vash seems to have a criminal lack of foresight.

(he'll probably do it, if vash keeps calling him nico.) ]

if you're gonna waste your one free fuck up card, it's gotta be a little less than hypothetical
if you get the donuts i'll get the birds
they'll race each other

you're welcome i am here to serve c:

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( no one is about to argue that. or try to take it away from you.

it might just help your case that this one generally needs to be yelled at at least once every few hours. give or take. )

but that takes time ...

( can you hear the little pout? because you should.

but hold on just a dang minute! )

wait
really??
i've already got the donuts i just didn't
think
you'd wanna come along
you're awesome, nico
have i told you that lately?

( he's gonna keep calling him that, probably for the rest of forever, so. good thing you don't hate it. )

[clericus]

[ scientific study about the growth of plants when yelled at versus when spoken to gently.... ]

well
you've got bricks in that head of yours
have i told you that?

[ the most avoidant answer of all time. because he doesn't know how to accept anything even remotely approaching affection, doesn't know how to reconcile that with the way he feels when vash calls him nico. it's been years since anyone has. ]

meet me outside of town in twenty minutes.
and we're betting
so bring whatever you ain't afraid to lose.

[ and sure enough, wolfwood makes good on the promise. twenty minutes later, he's wrangled two thoma into the desert, and looks about as composed as you'd expect someone to be after leading around birds that are bigger than him. the punisher is planted into the sand nearby. in case this goes south? ]

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( the only ones to have ever spoken to him gently were rem and luida ... and okay, yeah, he flourished, but he's grown enough in the last century and a half that he could do with a bit of yelling.

he chuckles to himself. )

a few times, maybe
i might have lost count by now

( he's being cheeky and he knows it, but he also knows that nick isn't the greatest with accepting anything remotely close to affection, especially when it comes with the nickname he's chosen to go along with it. it just. fits him, somehow. nico.

he's not sure about what he's going to bet, because he's not a betting man and would honestly be unafraid to lose anything he owned, so he'll figure that out in a little bit. just let him come in closer and take in the sight of a disheveled wolfwood with all of the fondness he allows for him, and him only.

he reaches out to stroke over the neck of one of the birds, if it lets him. )

They give you some trouble?

( CHEEKY. LITTLE. BASTARD. )

[clericus]

[ and of course, the bird is all too happy to let vash pet it, leaning into his hand as he strokes along its neck.

this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]

No. They're perfect angels.

[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.

surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.

wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]

I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?

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( vash is just … kind to everything and everyone he meets, even if he's given a reason not to be, and nick … on the opposite end of the spectrum has more of a tendency to come off rough, gruff, but blondie here would say that's just part of his charm.

wouldn't be him without it, you know? so he'll save him the indignity of acknowledging the molestation by the bird — easy enough to keep his attention on the one actually behaving — but he does turn his head in a way that is clearly trying to keep a smile hidden, and if nick is listening very closely … he might hear a bit of a giggle.

a chuckle, really. harmless. ) Hear a word about what? I didn't see anything. ( mister the stampede you are going to get yourself slapped in about two seconds and it isn't going to be by an extremity belonging to your feathered friends here. )

Oh— yeah, whole bag of 'em! ( the hand not resting against the bird's flank holds up a bag that … frankly looks too heavy to be holding just enough for the day's endeavors, but can you blame him? y'all can have some, too! ) Pretty sure I've got some string in here somewhere … ( idly patting down his coat pockets? check. it really is in there somewhere, he just has to find it. )

Now all we need are sticks …

[clericus]

[ a chuckle. yeah, laugh it up, vash. next time he does something equally stupid, wolfwood is gonna be in stitches about it. so much so he won't be able to lift a finger to help.

or, y'know, vash is just going to get himself slapped telenovela-style.

the bag of donuts is definitely bigger than necessary, unless they're trying to fatten the thoma up for dinner, but that's to be expected from vash. he's probably had a few donuts already. maybe this whole thing was a thinly-veiled scheme for donuts. if so, wolfwood is going to take advantage of it and cop some. ]

If ya ain't got string, we're usin' your shoelaces. [ he snorts, has a stupid grin on his face which-- immediately dissipates when vash mentions the sticks. wolfwood blinks, and again, and then buries his face into his hand with a growl. ]

Really, Spikey? Y'couldn't've mentioned that before we walked our asses all the way out there? Y'know, when you said to bring the birds??

[ he sighs, long and aggrieved, like it's really the end of the world if their goonery is delayed. wolfwood casts a look around, searching-- pauses at the sight of a plant station about half an ile out. ]

Maybe there'll be something we can use there...

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( okay so he does equally stupid things like. every day? so you probably won't have to wait too long to get your revenge. heck, give it a couple of hours, and you might be laughing yourself stupid.

( also wow, don't slap the sunflower? even if it's telenovela-style? gasp, or even worse — please do not bring out la chancla!! )

so sue him for bringing more of these delicious, deep-fried delicacies, but in his opinion, one can never have too many doughnuts?? and what if they get hungry while they're on their racing adventure, or the birds decide they take a liking to them and want more themselves, or … worse comes to worst, what if they somehow end up stranded and this is the only food they have?

he's just covering all of your bases, nico. you might be thanking him later instead of internally chastising him for his proclivity for this particular pastry.

( are you tired of the alliteration yet? )

finally, though, he pulls a decently long length of string from one of his inner pockets and holds it up triumphantly, an equally goofy grin spreading across the line of his mouth like oil over water. ) Told you I had some! You leave my laces alone. ( honestly, as long as you don't string him up by them, he'll be okay. but. never hurts to be more safe than sorry.

at all of nick's long-suffering grievance, vash just. looks at him as though he's never been more fond of a human being in his entire life — you know that look — and follows his gaze toward the plant station, which isn't all that far off. the bird beside him finally notices the bag of doughnuts and decides to inspect it, and he gives a little squawk, a hey, get outta there! and a nudge to a feathered flank that doesn't actually do much good to deter the menace from stealing a doughnut. )

There's gotta be something we can use. And look … I can't remember everything. You just had to get the birds, I got everything else!

( don't pout, sunflower. it might be a cute look on you but it's surely not gonna win you any points out here. )

@yoke ( morning, handsome );

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( he's pretty sure it's still early — early — morning when he first comes around; he's only distantly aware of a bit of light filtering in through the window across the room, a shimmer of something not-quite-night on the other side of his eyelids but it doesn't really matter when there's the press of nick's body against his back, solid and warm and real and just … there, reminding him that there's nothing wrong with taking a moment to just exist every now and again. reminding him that it isn't selfish to want to take a breath, or two, or even three.

his body pulls itself into a stretch, long and lean and soft and sweet as he presses back into the body practically molded against his own, a quiet little purr building up in the back of his throat as he turns in nick's arms. only as much as he needs to face him properly, to slip his arms around his shoulders and nuzzle in close, dropping lazy kisses to the corners of his mouth until he's awake enough to return them, and when he is?

vash smiles, so warm and so open and so his that there is no denying it, even as he's curling a leg over his hip to pull him in closer, keep him there. against his mouth: ) Mm … mornin', handsome.

[yoke]

[ nick has always been a light sleeper, an unspoken part of the job description that they've all made their peace with. but sleeping with vash relaxes his body too much without his permission, lulled into deeper slumber with his warmth and his scent; the way he fits in nick's arms and against him like he was always meant to be there, soft blond hair tickling his nose.

but it's the stretching that rouses him, the circle of his arms tightening briefly around vash subconsciously as he takes a deeper breath, slowly waking up the rest of the way. vash is one long and lean line of muscle, skin equal parts smooth and leathery pressing against him to stir the first curls of heat low in his gut, and nick presses a kiss to the crown of his head as he turns around in his arms. nick shifts to accommodate him, his nose scrunching briefly at the onslaught of kisses to the corners of his mouth but not where he wants them—at least until he tilts his head just enough to catch vash's lips with his.

he feels the smile beneath his mouth, something warm unfurling in his chest as he slides his palm over the leg thrown over his hip, smoothing up along his thigh. ]

Mornin', beautiful.

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( keeping in mind the sort of sentimental ( read: romantic at heart ) goober this one tends to be, he might just say he doesn't belong anywhere else. never has and never will, but that's the sort of thing he's going to keep to himself ( probably ), just because it's easier than dealing with nick's inevitable tsundere jeez, blondie when he gets caught off-guard, thrown off-center with all of vash's everything that he wasn't used to before.

like. all of his open affection, but he likes to think they've made progress, and he's slowly conditioning him to both accept and want it anytime it comes around. being able to sleep like this, tangled up in each other's arms, breaths and heartbeats in sync, slow and steady and so much more real than vash thinks anything ever has been for him before … it makes for good progress, doesn't it?

he sighs into the kiss, warm and silky sweet as he takes nick's bottom lip between both of his own and suckles at it playfully, the fingers of his flesh hand sifting through dark hair and scratching luxuriously over his scalp. he bumps their noses together, nuzzling for the sake of being able to get away with something so shamelessly affectionate so early in the morning, thigh pressing tight to his side as that hand smooths over it. )

Sleep good?

[yoke]

[ they have made progress, if the way nick is openly accepting this closeness and reciprocating it is any indication. but a part of him has always craved this kind of gentle intimacy, to be able to feel vash’s affection in every touch and every kiss, all given freely. he’s more inclined to enjoy it knowing that vash gives this to him without needing to carve out a piece of himself first in order to do so; that he doesn’t have to be bereft of something when nick can give it to him. and even if he doesn’t deserve him, in these moments, at least he can pretend.

vash latches onto his lower lip and nick hums low, shivering lightly at the fingers scratching gently along his scalp. nick pulls him closer until they’re flush from chest to hip, sliding his palm the rest of the way up vash’s thigh to ghost over his bottom. ]

Mm, I was. [ he pinches lightly at the swell of his ass, and gives in to the urge to grind his hips against vash’s. ] Until you woke me up.

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( he'll always give over that intimacy, that affection as long as he knows it's wanted — sometimes, he's afraid he's just a little too much, and nick is going to end up getting tired of him a bit more quickly than he cares to admit he's even worried about in the first place — even if he isn't actively vying for it, so long as he isn't pushing him away?

he'll be right there, offering not just bits and pieces of himself, but all of him. any way the other man wants him.

there is no denying the next sound out of him is a squeak when that pinch comes, because he doesn't have much of an ass to begin with, but apparently it's enough to do that! but it quickly melts into a humming sort of moan as nick brings their hips together as he does, warmth trickling from the back of his neck down his spine and pooling low in his belly as it always does.

funny how he barely has to touch him and he's opening up to him like the unfurling of flower petals at the first touch of sunlight; he tugs at the mess of hair beneath his fingers, nibbling at his lip this time. )

Nobody's saying you can't go back to sleep. ( he says deceptively innocently, like he isn't squirming just so to press their hips together more firmly. ) M'just getting comfy. ( hey nick.

have we mentioned he can be a hell of a gremlin? )

[yoke]

[ anything is too much when you've been deprived of it. wolfwood has never known this kind of affection—the only thing remotely similar was when he was still with the orphanage, but even that feels like it's from another lifetime entirely. still, vash gives it to him freely, continues to, and doesn't expect anything more from him in return. wolfwood has had to relearn gentleness and softness, all the different ways that vash likes to be touched. he didn't think he'd ever be capable of it, but here he is. here they are, tangled together and swathed in blankets and sunlight.

the squeak makes him chuckle, palm cupping the jut of vash's hip as his other hand pets the same area he pinched, gently kneading the firm muscle. vash doesn't have much of an ass, but it's still cute, perfectly round and perky. he makes a thoughtful hum, lower in pitch as a result of vash's squirming. ]

Guess I better go back to sleep then, huh? [ he buries his face in the crook of vash's neck, nosing along his collarbone. ] Now that you're all comfy.

[ two can play that game. ]

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( that's true, isn't it? vash has spent the last century and a half so far removed from anything like physical affection, any kind of affection that it stands to reason that he'd been more than just a little bit shocked when it had been reciprocated. even if it had only been a fraction of what they both wanted, whether they were willing to admit it to themselves or not. then, or now.

to say he's touch-starved would be putting it about as mildly as any such thing could feasibly be put, but being able to have nick like this — for as long as he's allowed to have him — in the small hours of the morning when it's just the two of them locked inside their opalescent bubble, it's like the rest of the world can't touch them.

the fact that the swell of his ass fits perfectly in the palm of nick's hand is, quite possibly, a testament to the notion that sometimes a handful is all you need and he hums out a pleased noise at the attention, content to comb his fingers through the mess of his hair and press an achingly soft kiss to his hairline. )

Could. ( he gives offhand, like he isn't really thinking about it. ) Unless you can think of a better reason not to. ( like … hm …

me? )

@millionsof ( left of canon );

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( for as long as he's known, they've been on their own.

they were born on this planet, yes, and it has come to be their home in the sense that they're well aware they have nowhere else to go, and have to make the best of what they're given, which means hoofing it from one city to another, and another, and another still and vash is sure they're never going to know real rest until —

until his brother finds his followers. one by one by one they'd come, and they'd stayed and vash hadn't asked any questions because his brother tells him not to worry, he's going to take care of them both, and doesn't he trust him?

yes, yes i trust you, nai. i'll always trust you.

he's never given him a reason not to, and he's not about to start questioning his motives now, right? even if those that believe in him — in them — have a tendency to err on the side of fanatical, vash still stands on the periphery of everything and follows his twin's instruction, because he knows best.

he knows best.

they share a room and a bed, because of course they do and it's still early morning, before nai has a chance to rise before him that vash curls in close against his side as he always does; it's as natural as anything, the pull he feels toward his brother that keeps him close. nuzzling into the space between his chin and his collarbones, vash fills it with the softest nuzzles and even softer sighs, seeking to tangle their legs together as he always does when there are small moments in the morning like this, before his brother steals away from their bed and sees to whatever business he must.

stay. )

@millionsof ( modern / mafia );

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( nai has taken care of him for as long as he can remember, and he can remember a lot, up to and including the first heat he hadn't been expecting because there had been no one to tell him what to expect when he presented; it's always been the two of them, them against the world, or maybe just —

nai taking care of everything up front and him in the background, because he doesn't exactly know what his brother is doing to ensure their survival, only that ( in passing ) there are those that consider nai dangerous, and maybe he can see it in the way he sets his teeth against the back of his neck, in the way he holds him close, possessive in a way that nothing else can touch and vash doesn't want to touch, because where his twin might be possessive …

vash just wants to feel loved. because he loves with everything in him and he feels it back in turn every time nai pulls him into his arms, every time they fall into bed together only to wake up a tangled mess, and he accepts it. for everything it is and everything it isn't, he doesn't question.

( just like nai wants. )

he'd gone out to grab a few things for them; some treats he knows his brother will never ask for for himself and some doughnuts because he's predictable on his own part when he starts to feel it, a tingling heat beginning at the base of his spine and slithering its way upward as he makes his way back, and oh, crap.

um. hey, nai?

when you come back to your shared room you're going to be effectively smacked in the face with the very beginning of your brother's heat, and if he's been able to prepare it to his liking already he's going to be buried in a nest made mostly out of your clothes, because it smells like you, and he needs that comfort.

if you catch him in the middle of it, he'll just be rearranging shirts you both trade back and forth because they smell like you both of you, and he's taking a break in the form of having wrapped himself in one of your button-downs. because he's frustrated with not being able to get the nest how he wants it. )

@shaltnot;

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( from over yonder. )

( this is kind of fun, if he stops to think about it. it almost seems like wolfwood is being playful, and that side of him doesn't come out all that often. so he'll keep this up as long as he chooses to humor him. )

okay, okay, you're good, i get it
but

( squints. is the little plant supposed to be him? it would make sense ... and it's really kind of cute. )

are you saying i should drink too?
do you want company?

( is he grasping at straws? yeah, a little.
is he hoping he'll say yes? yeah ... a little more than a little. )

@naturallywavy;

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( desde aqui. )

since you're the one coming to me
okay okay
no pants when you get here, promise
but since you're being like this you better hurry
or i might start without you

( you better hurry up if you want that popsicle, sir. )