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.meme continuations.
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.nsfw very appreciated, tbh.
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@continually;

[ecad]

( 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!

[ecad]

( 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.

@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.

[ecad]

( 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.

@millionsof ( left of canon );

[ecad]

( 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]

[there's something to be said for having a roof over one's head, a soft bed to lay in every night, and enough food to fill their once-achingly empty bellies. when they've gone as long as they have between absolutely nothing to some semblance of shaky stability, the small things stand out the most.

little comforts that for some would be considered obvious necessities, but all nai can think of is what else is needed, what else must he accomplish to ensure a better life for vash.

his brother deserved more than nai could give him now, but they were on a path set to create a paradise for themselves. the road there was hellish, dangerous, nai having his moments late at night threatened by doubts that left him unable to sleep and instead turning in their bed to watch vash slumber instead. so long as vash was safe and sound, nothing else mattered. no matter what nai needed to do to accomplish a better life for themselves, any action was justified. vash couldn't understand, wouldn't understand, not with his bleeding soft heart that ached at the sight of the homeless and down on their luck seated on the edges of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets.

nai could look away, knowing there was very little standing between them if he dared to slip and lose sight of what he needed to do for their future's sake.

the sun has yet to rise, but the sounds of the city outside their bedroom window are almost the same as the sounds of birds in the early morning. nai has always been a light sleeper, years and years of necessity now an old habit that he can't break. it had saved their lives a few times, and that was all he needed to know it was worthwhile at the cost of a restless sleep. yet this morning, he's slower to wake. vash is warm beside him along with the smell of freshly laundered bedsheets and nai is comfortable. enough that sleep clings to his mind even as he feels vash shifting beside him, edging himself closer and filling in the spaces left empty for him. nai can feel his breath against his neck, can't help the way his mouth curls up just a little as vash tangles them together.

he moves his arms, one wrapping around vash to pull him closer as the other reaches up to run a few fingers through messy, sand-blonde hair to dispel some of the knots made during sleep. nai turns his head and nuzzles into that hair, mumbling quietly.] Vash.

[ecad]

( he appreciates everything nai has been able to do for them over the years, how well he's been able to provide for them both even if he probably — definitely — thinks it isn't enough. because his standards are always going to be too high, but there's nothing wrong with having them in the first place, and vash is never going to fault him for it.

it's kept them safe for so long, safe and cared for and he's never going to take a single thing for granted that he's done for them, for the sake of them, and he's going to do everything within his power to do what he can in return, even if he's pretty sure nai doesn't want his little brother fussing too much. as he says.

and … okay, yes, vash is a bit of a fusser. but he does it with all the good intentions, he swears.

nai has always been the lighter sleeper of the two of them, it's true, but that doesn't mean much when vash himself could sleep through the end of the world when he's really tired, and maybe through a handful of natural disasters on a normal night; it helps having his brother near, solid and warm and soothing with every gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the quiet little snores that he swears up, down and sideways are not a thing but vash knows better, and it makes him chuckle in the back of his throat every. single time.

the younger twin gives a small, trilling sound in the back of his throat — it can only be a purr, even in his sleep — subconsciously honing in on the sound of his brother's voice and curling in even closer, the arm he's laying on trapped between them but the other slipping around his waist. like it so often does, because he likes to be held like this so much, and he'll say as much given half the chance because he's never been shy in his affection. giving, or receiving.

he nuzzles into the hollow of his throat, the next sound of out him a little bit more awake, though still edging more toward inhuman than human. a low, softly rumbling thing. )

Naaaaiiii … not gettin'up yet are you …

@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. )

[shaltnot]

[ nicholas likes to believe he's a riot, the crowd is just tough.

though in all honesty he does make a point to drive a wedge between himself and others, especially with people that ought to be considered as part of the job.

that's different when drinking is concerned, though. mostly. that's what he's telling himself. ]

👍

[ which is why he is, indeed, asking for company. and, hey...how can he keep an eye on vash if he's not around? sound logic. ]

🐺💰🍺

[ so...? ]

[ecad]

( hey, he thinks you're plenty funny! but he's always open with his laughter and his amusement, as we're sure you've seen before now.

he's an open book, pretty much.

and as much as vash wants to keep the people he cares for close to him, it's much the same on his end; arm's length might sometimes be too close when he takes his brother into consideration, when he thinks of how he might use something or someone to reel him in, hurt him in turn, he knows it would be better to keep more acquaintances than friends.

part of the job, that's all it is. he can't let himself think that he wants some kind of closeness, because that makes it real, and nobody needs that.

it doesn't matter if it's just drinking.

which is why he doesn't reply, instead heading to where he'd last seen him, assuming he's still there if he's still drinking and dropping into a seat next to him. all easy smiles and a hum of laughter in the back of his throat as he settles. )

So, what's your poison this time?

[shaltnot]

[ There is a moment where Nicholas wonders if playing too "cute" was the wrong way to approach it. Vash had seemed to at least be somewhat inclined to play along for a while, but maybe it's also easier for him when there's a bit of distance. Nicholas is someone who definitely needs his space from time to time, but...

He won't deny that he's pleased to see that Vash has taken the bait. One brow raises up behind the rim of his sunglasses, and then the other as he flashes a cheeky grin at the other man. ]

Bourbon.

[ It's a break of the routine of "hand signals only", but he thinks that Vash paid his dues with all those emojis.

He still gives a thumbs up to rate it before offering his half-empty glass. A taste? ]

@naturallywavy;

[ecad]

( 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. )

[naturallywavy]

you’re lucky you’re so damn cute you know..

i don’t exert this amount of energy on just anyone.. im walking fast.. running, even..

maybe ill get there faster with a picture to entice me.. just saying..

@fatalexception;

[ecad]

( from here. )

( anything made out of pillows, or anything pillow-adjacent, should be friendly. the thought of anything else is just scandalous enough that it comes dangerously close to upsetting him.

but this is also the kind of guy you could get drunk and he'd start warbling about some endangered species or something until someone sent him to bed. )

point, but if it wasn't hostile, you wouldn't need to take it down at all, now would you?

( he's conveniently forgotten his second question in favor of making this point, because it's super important. )

[fatalexception]

You never know with machine lifeforms.

[nines that's robo-racist and anyway who said it had to be a machine machine? depending who you ask, you count as a "robot" too, my dude]

@assassinsgreed ( last call isn't really last call );

[ecad]

( he can't say he's ever done this before — brought someone back to a rented room, or any room, really — but it had been last call at the saloon and his new friend ( tall, dark, broad, handsome ) had idly wondered out loud if there was anywhere else they could keep drinking, because the night was still young ( despite what everyone else thought, apparently ) and he was barely even feeling it.

there's something about him that he can't put his finger on, something that sits just to the left of everything he'd known up until then, something anomalous that he thinks he's bound to figure out sooner or later, because he always does, no matter how long it takes.

( of course he doesn't know that his brother has set him after him, on a trail that never seems as invisible as vash would prefer it, but he moves around so much and so frequently that in a small town like this, no one is likely to remember him, because he has ever intention of picking up first thing in the morning and heading toward the next best thing.

or the next … mediocre thing. the next thing that needs his attention. it never matters if it's all that interesting or not. )

the door closes behind toji with a soft click, no doubt nudged shut by the other's foot because he'd noticed it had a tendency to stay open on its own, and it stuck when you tried to open it; vash meanders over toward his rucksack, digs around for a minute or two before he pulls out an unopened bottle of something he'd picked up the last time he'd stopped. a gift, really, for helping with their busted plant. he'd try to say it wasn't necessary, that he'd only done what he could and he hadn't been all that sure it would work, anyway! but.

rosa drives a hard bargain, it seems. and he'd been made to promise to come back to jeneora rock at his next earliest convenience. drinks on the house.

he turns with a smile, lopsided and easy, waving the bottle in his hand a bit, its contents sloshing around inside. ) I haven't tried it myself yet, but if the source proves anything, it's gonna be strong. Uh— ( he looks around, even though he doesn't think his search is going to yield him anything. )

No glasses, though. Hope you don't mind drinking from the bottle.

[assassinsgreed]

<sub>[ It wasn't hard to find Vash once Toji was in the right proximity of the guy. His keen senses practically led him right to the guy. After all, plants smelled different than people. He had an idea of Vash's foot size, since he is twins with Knives, so footprints that couldn't be seen by the average eye were also investigated. His eyesight was sharper, so he could see details from far away, even if Vash was in a crowd.

Once he found Vash, he had a plan first and foremost to pursue him. It should be easy with his intense speed to wrangle this guy up as if he was going to be this evening's dinner (which, maybe, in a way he would be, wink wink) and although Toji typically thinks with his mind, he sometimes thinks with his dick. Actually, he thinks with his dick quite a lot, but usually his logical mindset wins over his lust. It wasn't exactly the case when he met Vash.

As he first grew acquainted, he was quietly scheming a deviation to his plan. He was just so weak for these types; those who would always smile despite their circumstances and might be a little airheaded but overall good. It reminded him of his first wife, whom he missed dearly, and how her love for him made him happy for just a small sliver in his miserable life.

Vash was wanted alive, but there were no rules saying he couldn't have some fun with him first. Surely his cock won't kill him? Probably not. In fact, it might be in his favor to get on good terms with the guy and in a closer, more vulnerable proximity. The scenario presents itself rather easily because Vash is too trusting, and Toji thinks for a moment that he might feel guilty capturing this guy.. until he remembers the reward he'll get for doing it.

Yeah, that makes him feel no remorse right away.

As Toji is lured into the hotel room and is eyeballing the liquor presented to him, he makes a swift advance to the blonde, offering to open it for him. If it's a screw off or cap, Toji can get it pretty well with his hands. If it's a cork, he can get it pretty well with his teeth. ]</sub>

Oh no, we're going to share cooties.

_{[ Sarcasm, of course, because Toji has implied a few times this evening he wouldn't mind kissing those pretty lips of his. ]}

[ecad]

( he really should be paying more attention to his surroundings, to how easy it had been to let this man join him in drinking; the fact of the matter is that he's always going to be too trusting for his own good — have we said as much, yet? — and offering to let him come back to a rented room with him is just. honestly probably the stupidest thing he could have done with his brother always hot on his heels, but.

giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven untrustworthy is kind of his MO. it's gotten him into trouble more times than he can count by now, but that's of no real consequence, is it? nah.

he doesn't know what his future holds for him, only that at the very least he won't be lonely for what remains of the night, and he thinks … this toji guy isn't the worst companion he could have chosen, all things considered. he seems smart. witty. might have a bit of an ego but it could be well-earned, because. look at him.

he's never been the type to call someone easy on the eyes and let that be a contributing factor for keeping their company, and he's not about to start. but. he is pretty easy on the eyes. tall. broad. and there's something about the scar that bisects the line of his mouth that makes him want to —

ohhhh no. nope, nuh uh, not letting the thought train take that route! reel it back in, vash …

but now that the idea is there in the back of his mind, it's not about to go anywhere. he wants to bite that scar, and with every look that toji gives him, that thought catches another like some kind of wildfire and if he's not careful … it's all going to run away from him without a single hope of him being able to control it.

dangerous territory he's practically wading into, but when does he not get himself into his own messes?

the bottle has a cork, because narration might just want to make vash squirm watching the other man make short work of it with his teeth, the tiniest flush of pink tinting the very tips of his ears as he gives over a chuckle. the quietest tinkling of laughter. )

Oh no. ( he mimics, gesturing for the other to take the first sip. ) I brushed my teeth today, I think we're good. ( you're like a fucking baby deer, vash. it's no wonder he wants to get his teeth in you. )

[assassinsgreed]

_{[ The cork is abused with Toji’s teeth lucky before he pulls it out of the bottle with a delightful pop sound, spitting it out across the room. Two senses hit him strongly at once: the alcohol (which is overpowering for his nose, but he’s used to it so he doesn’t react) and the heat from Vash’s blushing. It’s always lovely to feel that kind of warmth radiating off of somebody; maybe that’s why he’s so good at charming others is because his keen senses make it nearly impossible to lie if they have some interest in him. It’s problematic, but he takes this as an invitation; consent to some kind of extent, and settles his hand on the blonde’s slender waist, the other hand cradling the alcohol by the neck. ]}

Imagine. Getting bodily fluids on each other.

_{[ Toji. Toji, heel. ]}

Really gross.

_{[ The bottle is kicked back as he takes the first shot; it’s strong, whatever it is, and burns down his throat smoothly. A tingling sensation lingers on his lips, emerald colored eyes watching Vash intently. ]}

Wanna taste?

<sub>[ Despite the offer, Toji isn’t offering the bottle to Vash. Maybe Vash is aware that what he is asking is if he wants to kiss him or not.

Another problematic way of consent. ]</sub>