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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[ 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.