( is it silly that he's stuck on that grin, watching it blossom on his face like the sunrise? he's watching him behind dark glasses, his own gaze inexplicably soft.
what a simple thing to enjoy, and he remembers to take a slice for himself, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. )
[ He looks thoughtful, his expression softening. It's a little nostalgic and a little sad the way his brows lift, his memories drifting to a time over a century ago. ]
A really, really long time ago.
[ Oh it's complicated. He's going to will the tears in his eyes away, swiping under his sunglasses with one hand as he takes another giant bite of pizza from his other.
( all right, all right, the only emotion he should be having is happiness. he tuts and reaches out to help wipe the little tears away too, resting his chin on his hand.
what a silly, precious man. )
All right. We'll just have to make that happen more often from now on. Happy birthday, Spikey.
[ He doesn't expect the touch, or the gentleness that seems to fuel it. He blinks at Wolfwood for a moment eyes a little wide even if they're still wet, his glasses now barely on the tip of his nose. Oh.
...He doesn't forget to finish his bite of pizza, but after he swallows he shifts the way he's sitting, kneeling on the bench he'd been seated in to lean over the table. The palms of his hands are pressed to the wood on either side of the pizza as he gets into Wolfwood's space. ]
Thank you, Wolfwood.
[ And before Wolfwood gets a chance to lean away or get weird about it, he ducks in and presses his lips to the corner of Wolfwood's mouth.
It's brief, and he's back to his side of the table a moment later, like nothing happened, his tongue swiping a smudge of sauce from the pizza off of his own thumb. ]
oh, well. that kiss is as brief and sweet as they come, and for a few moments, wolfwood forgets to breathe. there is the barest touch of pizza grease now by the side of his mouth, but he doesn't care.
he, a grown-ass man who has very little qualms killing people, just got himself kissed by a pretty man who is more than halfway to his bicentennial, and suddenly pizza isn't the most enticing thing on the menu (it hasn't been for awhile, but still).
his eyes follow the tantalising flicker of his tongue, and his mouth goes dry. before he can get weird about it, he finally gives in to an impulsive thought: )
[ He almost doesn't catch the demand, way too pleased with himself and interested in taking another bite of pizza. But almost like a delayed response he blinks, looking at Wolfwood again, mid bite. ]
Again?
[ Okay. Well. He laughs, not AT Wolfwood, but one of those sheepish ones when he's embarrassed. He hadn't expected that reaction. Sputtering sure, some pointed yelling and jostling maybe. It occurs to him that maybe it startled Wolfwood more than he'd thought it would. ]
Sure, but... you're going to have to come over here.
[ He's not going to climb over the table and risk knocking their teeth together. Precarious. ]
( oh... well; he's really stepped in it now, huh? but it's too late to take it back, and wolfwood, instead of chickening out, simply forges ahead because he's come too damn far to back out now.
and so without thinking, he simply rises and goes over to him. at this point, it almost feels like a dare, and he can't help a soft sound under his breath. )
[ Honestly, that wouldn't surprise him. He grins up at wolfwood, his head tilted ever so slightly so that his expression just looks a little lopsided. There's a glint in his eyes as he scoots down on the bench, closer to where Wolfwood stands.
Still seated, he props his chin up on one hand, peering up at Wolfwood from over the rim of his sunglasses. ]
( it's so annoying how cute vash looks when he looks up at him like that, like he knows the secrets to everything, like he's certain.
wolfwood doesn't know where this is going to go, what this is, only that he very much enjoys kissing him and he'd like to keep going, thank you very much.
at that question, however, he just grunts and pushes him back down the bench so he can sit himself down beside him. )
Not really. All I know is that I like doing this. I don't know where it's going to go.
( he's never... actually done any of this before. )
[ And back down he scoots, though not far, their legs still pressing together. ]
Does what bother me?
[ He considers for a moment, reaching out with his flesh and bone hand to settle on Wolfwood's knee. He drums his fingers idly, gaze flickering off towards one of the windows of the inn. ]
A long time ago someone once told me we're all on a journey but the destination isn't set in stone. So even if I don't know where anything is going, it's the trip that's the important part, everything can change between here and the end of the line.
( he can feel the warmth of his leg, pressed up against his — it's ridiculously distracting, but that's nothing compared to the more vivid warmth of his entirely flesh and blood hand on his thigh.
his hand comes to rest on his, taking in the weight of those words. there is something that relieves him, an understanding that puts him more at ease even if the road ahead is opaque.
he squeezes his hand, looking down at their joined hands. )
Good enough. ( and before he can overthink himself into paralysis, he's leaning forward to kiss him again. )
[ The moment their lips touch Vash breaths in a gasp that's out of involuntary surprise than anything else. He'd expected to be the one to initiate, it HAD been a challenge issued to him, after all. But the moment Wolfwood's lips touch his own he catches up.
His free hand - the prosthetic - lifts up to touch the scratchy unshaven side of Wolfwood's face, cradling it as their lips press together. Vash parts his lips, tongue licking over the seam of Wolfwood's mouth, the corners of his lips turning upward into a mischievous little grin. ]
( good, he's at least surprised him; bastard's been surprising wolfwood way too much recently, and it's good to have at least one or two on him. but then that smugness dissipates quickly when he feels the reciprocating press of his lips on his.
he relaxes without thinking, leaning into the strange but welcome sensation of that prosthetic hand on his face. parting his own lips, his own tongue flickers against his, and he can't help but draw him in. and yet... )
[ The words are whispered into Wolfwood's mouth before he pulls back, his head lolling to one side as he grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the expression. ]
Between that and the pizza, I think I'm having a pretty good day.
( there's everything charming about the way vash looks at him, the curve of his lips, the corner of his eyes, and for a moment, wolfwood finds himself entranced.
well then, guess who is also having a very good day?
he coughs, turning away, embarrassed by the onslaught of his own emotions - this is really annoying, you know? how does vash manage to be a mini sun, lighting up the crevices of his own mood? )
What, like no one's made you blow out a candle on your own pizza before? Eat up, I know you haven't had anything to eat this morning, fussin' about with other people and all.
Well, if I'm honest... the last time I really celebrated was when Rem made us a cake.
[ He reaches out to take another slice though, easily shoveling a good third of it into his mouth before he starts to chew. Again, the taste of it is amazing and he makes no attempt to hide how good it is. He groans, flopping back against wolfwood almost dramatically.
If every day could be like this he'd be happy. Even with the innkeepers giggling at them from behind the counter. ]
( what the fuck, this dude. but you know what? seeing vash happy sort of makes wolfwood happy, and he's given up trying to dissect that feeling - it goes right into the pile of that growing desire to kiss him more and more often, even if he has pizza grease on his lips. )
That good, huh?
( he keeps steady, using his other hand to reach out for the pizza so he can eat it too. )
[ Vash nods, since his mouth is still full of pizza, but he does move the pizza closer to Wolfwood so he can take a slice with a little less effort. Here u go, Wolfwood. He does not stop leaning on him though. He's comfortable.
A moment later he's swallowing and licking pizza sauce off of his fingers as he thinks. ]
Vanilla probably? It was a pretty simple cake, but it was the fact she made it for us that was important. Rem really did try her best to take care of us.
[ His mood shifts to something more somber, but it's light. It's less painful to talk about Rem when it's someone like Wolfwood. ]
( it's a shame she isn't around to make vanilla cake for him again; even dealing with cuteness aggression, it doesn't take a mind reader to realise just how vash misses her. he chews on the pizza thoughtfully, his arm around him. his holding, keeping him there. they don't talk about the affection, they just don't. )
I imagine she did.
( he says quietly. ) D'you think your brother misses that cake, too?
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what a simple thing to enjoy, and he remembers to take a slice for himself, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. )
When was the last time you were this happy?
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A really, really long time ago.
[ Oh it's complicated. He's going to will the tears in his eyes away, swiping under his sunglasses with one hand as he takes another giant bite of pizza from his other.
He can't emotion if he's eating pizza. ]
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what a silly, precious man. )
All right. We'll just have to make that happen more often from now on. Happy birthday, Spikey.
get destroyed wolfwood
...He doesn't forget to finish his bite of pizza, but after he swallows he shifts the way he's sitting, kneeling on the bench he'd been seated in to lean over the table. The palms of his hands are pressed to the wood on either side of the pizza as he gets into Wolfwood's space. ]
Thank you, Wolfwood.
[ And before Wolfwood gets a chance to lean away or get weird about it, he ducks in and presses his lips to the corner of Wolfwood's mouth.
It's brief, and he's back to his side of the table a moment later, like nothing happened, his tongue swiping a smudge of sauce from the pizza off of his own thumb. ]
VASH WHYMST
oh, well. that kiss is as brief and sweet as they come, and for a few moments, wolfwood forgets to breathe. there is the barest touch of pizza grease now by the side of his mouth, but he doesn't care.
he, a grown-ass man who has very little qualms killing people, just got himself kissed by a pretty man who is more than halfway to his bicentennial, and suddenly pizza isn't the most enticing thing on the menu (it hasn't been for awhile, but still).
his eyes follow the tantalising flicker of his tongue, and his mouth goes dry. before he can get weird about it, he finally gives in to an impulsive thought: )
Do it again. Properly.
because
Again?
[ Okay. Well. He laughs, not AT Wolfwood, but one of those sheepish ones when he's embarrassed. He hadn't expected that reaction. Sputtering sure, some pointed yelling and jostling maybe. It occurs to him that maybe it startled Wolfwood more than he'd thought it would. ]
Sure, but... you're going to have to come over here.
[ He's not going to climb over the table and risk knocking their teeth together. Precarious. ]
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and so without thinking, he simply rises and goes over to him. at this point, it almost feels like a dare, and he can't help a soft sound under his breath. )
D'you know what you're doing?
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[ Honestly, that wouldn't surprise him. He grins up at wolfwood, his head tilted ever so slightly so that his expression just looks a little lopsided. There's a glint in his eyes as he scoots down on the bench, closer to where Wolfwood stands.
Still seated, he props his chin up on one hand, peering up at Wolfwood from over the rim of his sunglasses. ]
Do you? Know what you're doing.
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wolfwood doesn't know where this is going to go, what this is, only that he very much enjoys kissing him and he'd like to keep going, thank you very much.
at that question, however, he just grunts and pushes him back down the bench so he can sit himself down beside him. )
Not really. All I know is that I like doing this. I don't know where it's going to go.
( he's never... actually done any of this before. )
Does it bother you?
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Does what bother me?
[ He considers for a moment, reaching out with his flesh and bone hand to settle on Wolfwood's knee. He drums his fingers idly, gaze flickering off towards one of the windows of the inn. ]
A long time ago someone once told me we're all on a journey but the destination isn't set in stone. So even if I don't know where anything is going, it's the trip that's the important part, everything can change between here and the end of the line.
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his hand comes to rest on his, taking in the weight of those words. there is something that relieves him, an understanding that puts him more at ease even if the road ahead is opaque.
he squeezes his hand, looking down at their joined hands. )
Good enough. ( and before he can overthink himself into paralysis, he's leaning forward to kiss him again. )
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His free hand - the prosthetic - lifts up to touch the scratchy unshaven side of Wolfwood's face, cradling it as their lips press together. Vash parts his lips, tongue licking over the seam of Wolfwood's mouth, the corners of his lips turning upward into a mischievous little grin. ]
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he relaxes without thinking, leaning into the strange but welcome sensation of that prosthetic hand on his face. parting his own lips, his own tongue flickers against his, and he can't help but draw him in. and yet... )
Mh. What're u smilin' about?
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[ The words are whispered into Wolfwood's mouth before he pulls back, his head lolling to one side as he grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the expression. ]
Between that and the pizza, I think I'm having a pretty good day.
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well then, guess who is also having a very good day?
he coughs, turning away, embarrassed by the onslaught of his own emotions - this is really annoying, you know? how does vash manage to be a mini sun, lighting up the crevices of his own mood? )
What, like no one's made you blow out a candle on your own pizza before? Eat up, I know you haven't had anything to eat this morning, fussin' about with other people and all.
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[ He reaches out to take another slice though, easily shoveling a good third of it into his mouth before he starts to chew. Again, the taste of it is amazing and he makes no attempt to hide how good it is. He groans, flopping back against wolfwood almost dramatically.
If every day could be like this he'd be happy. Even with the innkeepers giggling at them from behind the counter. ]
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That good, huh?
( he keeps steady, using his other hand to reach out for the pizza so he can eat it too. )
What kind of cake?
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A moment later he's swallowing and licking pizza sauce off of his fingers as he thinks. ]
Vanilla probably? It was a pretty simple cake, but it was the fact she made it for us that was important. Rem really did try her best to take care of us.
[ His mood shifts to something more somber, but it's light. It's less painful to talk about Rem when it's someone like Wolfwood. ]
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I imagine she did.
( he says quietly. ) D'you think your brother misses that cake, too?
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I don't know.
[ It could go either way. ]
Nai's never really liked food. Or cared much about it.