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[ HE WOKE UP WITH A BONER (and horny thoughts about u) HE'S WALKING IT OFF ]

well its more like im jogging and hes waiting for me

goddamn hes big
we should get a bigger house

[ HELP??? ]

hahaha you should have invited me.

You know...I wonder how long they'll all be here.
They're all hard to miss.

u were sleeping so well
didnt want to disturb

big lug's growing on me a lot
he can stay permanently i guess
who else is gonna take care of him

come join us
maybe we can hv breakfast

don't be embarrassing...

pretty sure he wouldn't put up with anyone else
he's pretty fond of you.

breakfast huh?
give me a minute to put my boots on
if you can get him to wait.

idk he likes u an awful lot too u know

he kept looking back while we were walking

like he wants u to come out or smth
wanna go to that bakery?
dune can wait outside

He's just got a big heart for a big boy.
That's all.

The bakery sounds good. Not sure if they'll ever get our order right
but at least it's an adventure and tastes okay.
we should get Dune a treat too.

r u still upset abt the donut thing
bc we can just tell them that those r bagels not donuts

[ he is not there physically with wolfwood but the pouting should be palpable. ]

They're nothing alike!! How can you confuse the two!?

[ he can tell, it's absolutely cute ]

good
use that passion
and tell that to the baker when we get there
r u reaching soon
dune's getting restless

I'm coming! You got a head start, remember?!

[ Why are you making HIM be the "heI asked for no pickles" guy?! True to his word though he's jogging up the path, in the middle of tucking his phone back into a pocket somewhere in the inside of his coat. ]

Nick!

[ oops that slipped. ]

[ nick, huh?

wolfwood pauses in the middle of smoothing down dune's scales, and they're both turning to look at him in amused surprise. ]

I see I've got a new nickname.

[ lol get it ]

[ Oh. Erh... Vash lifts a hand to rub it through the short part of his undercut, something sheepish floating over his features. He's thankful for his sunglasses, hiding the dust of color on his cheeks. ]

Sorry, I can stick with Wolfood. [ He turns to drag his hand over Dune's back and up to scratch the spot on his neck that always seems to be his favorite. ]

Hey buddy. Mind walking slow for us little guys here?

No, it's fine.

[ wolfwood tells him after a moment, sans gruffness. somehow vash's kind of sort of earned it, hasn't he? and he likes the way his name rolls off his tongue. nick. it sounds more like them. he comes up beside him, scratching his head. ]

So, uh. I've been thinking, since we're stuck here and all...

[ It's fine? Vash turns from where he's watching Dune to turn his attention to Wolfwood, a serene little expression filtering on his face as soon as he does. Okay. Nick it is. He's about to reply when Wolfwood continues, and there's something a little uncertain about the way he's speaking. Vash's brow creases, the tilt to his head turning his expression quizzical. ]

Since we're stuck here...?

[ He could make a joke if he wanted to, but he waits. ]

Uh. We could do this more regularly. Like breakfast. On purpose.

[ he scratches his chin, shifting on his feet because how does he tell him that maybe he has feelings too, and he wants to see him more often, but deliberately, you know? like a... meeting but not in a platonic way.

he's really not great at this, but he totally stuck the landing, right...

dune stares at him, and snorts in his face. ]

Edited 2023-09-14 01:59 (UTC)

Do this...?

[ Vash watches the way Wolfwood moves, and it's hard to miss the way he shuffles a little. He blinks once though, somewhat wide eyed. The confusion melts away though as Dune goes and snorts in Wolfwood's face. THAT alone gets him to laugh easy. ]

Sure. We can go out for breakfast if you want.

[ He reaches over and claps Wolfwood on the back once, then twice. ...He's clearly missed the point. ]

[ ok so nicholas is not the most romantic of men, he also isn't the most informed on how things like these go, but he's absolutely really pretty sure that this ain't it, chief.

he blinks at him when he claps his hand on his shoulder after enduring dune's scorn. ]

What -- wait, no --

[ and dune, clearly witnessing the whole thing and running out of patience, pushes wolfwood right onto vash. hard. so that he's tumbling onto him. and knocking him off balance? ]

[ Between the two of them they've got a cotton swab, ten cents, a button, and no braincells. ]

No...? No wh—OOF

[ There's something to be said for a juvenile dragon's strength, especially when annoyed and trying to make a point. There's another thing to be said for just how HEAVY Wolfwood is, when his body weight is being shoved in Vash's direction unexpectedly. Vash's hands grapple at Wolfwood's arms in an attempt to steady him, but Vash's feet are what betray him. Instead of keeping himself vertical Vash finds himself tripping over his own idiot body and ... well down they go.

Vash's ass hits the ground first, and somewhere along the way his forehead connects with Wolfwood's with a dull conk. He manages to at least prevent himself from hitting the BACK side of his head, but his grip on Wolfwood's shirt only assures that he's been dragged down with him. ]

Ow ow ow.... [ He's still wincing as he mutters, cracking his eyes open after a moment to realize his glasses have been knocked clear off his face, the shades hanging barely on by the curve of them hooked over one ear -- and Wolfwood's face only inches from his own. Suddenly, he's finding it harder to catch his winded breath. ]

[ oh, oh, definitely. the lack of braincell is apparent, especially since it's dune that actually has it.

but even when they're toppling over, with vash unfortunately bearing the brunt of the weight, wolfwood has the presence of mind to grasp the back of vash's head to cushion the impact when he's dragged down with him. gravity, thou art a heartless bitch.

but anyway, he's straddling vash, looming above him with thighs on either side, and he's looking into the prettiest eyes he's ever seen in his whole life with the glasses knocked off. and this time, this time wolfwood's the one with the courage, his memories swimming with that last kiss.

he's pulling the glasses off fully, and leaning down to kiss him, his heart racing wildly in his chest. it's now or never. absolutely. ]

[ It's better him than Wolfwood, if he's asked. He can take a little bit of extra weight, even in a place like this that's taken everything that separates him from being human and locked it away. It's okay if he gets hurt, he can take it. He knows Wolfwood can, too, but in the end, the instinct is still there. ]

Wolfw—

[ Oh. Vash's attempt at snatching his glasses back is halfhearted at best, the movement halted the moment Wolfwood's face is in his space and their lips meet. Selfishly, he shifts his weight up to settle a hand to the side of Wolfwood's face, fingers clutching at the stem of Wolfwood's own sunglasses in an effort to push them back and away, tangled in dark strands of hair.

He's less bold this time, a thrum of worry and doubt curling through his chest as his heart practically tries to beat through his ribcage. He wants this, more than perhaps he realized, and that is terrifying. He hasn't let himself want anything in ... a long time.

Still, it doesn't stop him from reciprocating. His lips part against Wolfwood's, not quite biting but the hint is there, as Vash uses his upper body strength to push up, his hands settling at the sides of Wolfwood's face, then sliding down to grapple at the front of his stupid, sloppy, shirt. ]

[ oh.

at first, wolfwood thinks that vash is going to push him away -- he's braced himself for it, too, just in case that first time had been a fluke, and this is his own wishful thinking. but then he's pressing his lips to his, taking off his sunglasses, hands on his face and all he can think of is how soft vash's lips feel and how his pulse feels like it's going to race right out of his body.

it's exhilarating, like falling and flying at the same time, when vash kisses him back and wolfwood deepens the kiss after a few moments, tongue lightly touching against his. he's barely aware of the way vash's hands are grappling the front of his shirt; right now he's more interested in the taste of him. ah, fuck, he's wanted to do this for so, so long. ]

[ He'd put that moment away, to be honest. He'd locked it away and buried it deep, with the intention to hold it dear but also to keep it to himself. It wasn't that Wolfwood had made it feel unreciprocated, but instead, Vash himself felt as though he was the one taking things too far in a direction he didn't deserve.

He's still not so sure he deserves what's happening now, even as his lips work against Wolfwood's and their tongues meet in a kiss that feels more heated than the one before tried to touch on. One kiss becomes two though as Vash pulls back just to touch another to Wolfwood's lips, their breath ghosting together as he makes an attempt to still the heart beating in his throat. ]

...Are you okay? [ Because they did totally just take a tumble. ]

[ really? because wolfwood was starting to think that vash had regretted that when there hadn't been a follow up. it's still new to him, this entire thing -- it remains a revelation that someone actually wants to put their mouth on him. someone who knows him, sees him for who he is (someone not entirely likeable), and then kisses him anyway.

and more importantly, that someone is vash. vash, who sees the good in people all the goddamn time, who needs protecting even as he protects others; vash, who doesn't see how special he is.

the kiss is overwhelming, it tilts his world on its axis because vash feels like everything that wolfwood's trained himself not to want. he can almost feel vash's pounding heart. almost; his own is roaring in his ears. ]

Yeah, uh -- I'm fine. I'm --

[ should he get up? does vash want him to get up? for the first time, wolfwood looks a little uncertain. but he's shifting. ] Are you? I'm --

[ and dune puts a foot lightly on the centre of his back to keep him there.

you're not going anywhere, buddy. ]

[ Dune??? Vash stares at the adolescent dragon for a moment, startled. He would have let Nick leave, it certainly seemed to be something he was trying to do, but well...

He can't help it, he laughs. It's real, despite the nerves alight everywhere. It's not nervous though, not at all. Instead, even as Nick struggles with finding his words and figuring out what he wants to do, Vash lifts a hand up to settle against the side of his face, his bare thumb brushing over Nick's cheek before he leans up, using the advantage Dune is offering in order to press their lips together again.

It's languid this time, less tentative and just a little more certain, like he's gotten the message, finally, and thinks that it's okay if he lets himself have just a moment. He presses another to the bridge of Nick's nose afterwards, blue eyes crinkled at the corners. ]

I'm okay, Nick. Don't go. I don't think Dune is planning on letting you anyway.

[ don't go? all right, not going. he's absolutely not going anywhere, because he's relaxing despite the fact that dune's practically pinning him down. he finds himself delighting in the way vash laughs, how bright and warm it is, the gentleness of his eyes, and how he seems so, so very genuine.

and so wolfwood leans into it, finally convinced that vash actually wants this, and he leans in again to kiss him, his other hand coming to cup vash's cheek in turn. there's something in his heart that loosens and eases up, and the softness of vash's lips is all he feels.

he's leaning on him, a thumb slipping between them to smooth over vash's lower lip when he's done, and wolfwood finally summons up every ounce of his courage and manages a husky, ]

I meant, a date. Just now.

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NICHOLAS where r u goin with this...

TRUST HIM BRO

NICHOLAS???

VASH???

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