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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?

@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.

@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. )

@fatalexception;

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( 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. )

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

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( 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.