[ what the fuck -- that squawk flusters wolfwood, too, because maybe by some impossibility, maybe vash doesn't want a date? he doesn't? probably? but no, no, vash is smiling one of his prettier smiles, the one that makes wolfwood's heart race, and wolfwood hates and loves everything about this moment and how it makes him feel goddamn human in ways he doesn't deserve.
he's killed people who've wanted less.
um. so.
wolfwood's mouth is dry, his gaze fixed on that smile nonetheless. fuck. ]
[ Vash shifts, lifting his hands up to settle on either side of Wolfwood's face. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ Not that he's literally ever been on a date. How do they even do that? What makes things a date? Is it getting breakfast? They do that a lot. Have they been going on dates all this time?
They're still on the ground, pinned by dune. Vash cranes his neck a little to bump his nose against Wolfwood's and then glances back at Dune. ]
Think we're ready to go, buddy. Mind releasing the safety locks?
[ They're done being stupid, right? Vash glances back towards wolfwood, eyebrows lifting with a tilt of his head. Reassure your son that you're also done being stupid. ]
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he's killed people who've wanted less.
um. so.
wolfwood's mouth is dry, his gaze fixed on that smile nonetheless. fuck. ]
Okay. Good. So... wanna go?
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Yeah, okay.
[ Not that he's literally ever been on a date. How do they even do that? What makes things a date? Is it getting breakfast? They do that a lot. Have they been going on dates all this time?
They're still on the ground, pinned by dune. Vash cranes his neck a little to bump his nose against Wolfwood's and then glances back at Dune. ]
Think we're ready to go, buddy. Mind releasing the safety locks?
[ They're done being stupid, right? Vash glances back towards wolfwood, eyebrows lifting with a tilt of his head. Reassure your son that you're also done being stupid. ]