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bakerstreet2024-10-24 07:11 pm
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snuggle hours are scheduled biweekly.
Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.
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Listen, here.. you've been hoggin' that blanket all night. When's it my turn?
[ to emphasize, Wolfwood is going to tug a little more of the blanket off of Vash and put it more around himself. ]
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it isn't very often at all that they have a change to stay in a real, honest-to-god inn — any expendable income has to stretch a long way, after all — but every once in a while, every once in the blue moons, they don't mind splurging just a little.
there's never more than one bed, though. and as content as vash would be to just stretch out on the floor and conk right out, this bed had seemed like it would be big enough for the two of them. all of their angles and sharp edges included.
he has not been hogging the blanket all night, thank you! there's just … not much of it, and he's a restless sleeper, and maybe he'd ended up with more than his fair share the last time he'd rolled over. ) I haven't! At least. Not on purpose … ( he sounds sheepish, and he lets wolfwood take as much of the blanket as he wants. )
Besides, don't you run warm anyway? You always end up kicking it off sometime during the night.
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Maybe my body is running warm ‘cause it’s trying to get warm because I am cold, and I wouldn’t have that problem to begin with if I was comfortable when I fell asleep.
[ Wolfwood?? That’s not how that works?? ]
Also, you’re not supposed to give it up so willingly, idiot. At least argue about it a tiny bit.
[ see.. he’s pushing a little more in Vash’s direction. ]
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but … yeah, no, darling boy. that is not how that works? he won't say that as much out loud either, but he will chuckle a little bit under his breath. you didn't hear anything!
but with the other turned away from him, and then the subtle offering of more blanket now that he's given it up … hm. vash might just scooch in against his back, not quite touching but certainly mimicking making him the little spoon with the way he curls in close.
there may or may not be a soft little chuckle sitting in the back of his throat as he settles, but you didn't hear anything! )
I'm a lover, not a fighter. ( he says flippantly, the embodiment of a throwaway comment as he all but nuzzles between wolfwood's shoulder blades. he's still not touching! ) You want the blanket? You can have it.
( dumbasses. both of you. )
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[ Yeah, that totally feels like Vash is giving up the WHOLE blanket to him. An exasperated sigh passes through his lips until he turns around to face Vash and drape the blanket evenly among them both. ]
50/50, Needlenoggin. You get half, I get half. That's how it should be.
[ Between friends. Partners. Whatever the fuck they are. ]
Can you be selfish at least for once in your life? Selfish.. not entirely. Considerately selfish. Something like that.
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shame on you, undertaker! )
You're cold, I'm not, you need it more!
( he's not as cold, it could be argued, and he's always going to give something up if it's in the name of helping someone else! especially his friend. because that's what they are, even if on the other's end, he's just a job for the sake of the name of it.
it's not like he knows that.
he yawns behind the other's back, and it's more for show than anything, if wolfwood is listening closely. he should know a handful of vash's mannerisms by now, and when they're being exaggerated for the sake of deflection. ) I was taught how to share pretty early on. ( it comes out of him in a mumble, and he might not have ever mentioned rem before, but it's the truth.
that, and narration is pretty convinced that he wouldn't know how to be any kind of selfish even if it came up and bit him squarely on his nonexistent ass. )
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[ but he half ass does the cross— doesn’t even finish the whole thing— it’s really a mystery how religious or not religious he is. He’s ambiguously religious. Sort of. It keeps people guessing. Wolfwood stays where he is, sunglasses off and folded on a small table as he closes his eyes. ]
Yeah? I can’t imagine anyone having enough patience to teach you manners.
[ The thought of tiny Vash is cute though. He’s fond of the idea. ]
It was probably an angel from heaven. For what it’s worth, seems like they may have overdone it.
[ Vash is overly polite. It’s scary. ]
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but he goes eerily quiet at the mention of someone having the patience ( or not, as it were ) to teach him manners, staring at their resident undertaker's back for a few moments before he speaks up again; rem had enough patience for both himself and nai, and he knows better now than he had back then what a handful they were apart, much less together.
he misses her so much sometimes that it's like someone has reached into his chest and wrapped a fist around his heart, squeezing until he can't even think to breathe. )
Maybe she was. ( he ends up saying quietly, voice so soft that it's barely audible to his own ears. and he has incredible hearing, thank you so very much.
an angel. ) We didn't exactly make it easy for her sometimes … ( he doesn't specify we means him and nai, because at this point he surely doesn't have to. ) But she was always there with open arms and a smile.
( don't you dare cry, you idiot. now is not the time. )
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Looks like he’s formed another ride-or-die friendship that at this cynical point in his life he knows is just going to be hurtful for him. But it’s so obvious Vash sounds sad that it causes Wolfwood to roll over on his side and face Vash head on. ]
… You wanna talk about it? Because we can talk about it.
[ who is he kidding.. Vash is going to try and avoid the subject, but it’s worth asking. ]
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he isn't expecting wolfwood to roll over and face him, and it shows in the way his expression shifts from remembrance to … well, outright surprise, but in the way his features seem to soften more than they already had at the thought of rem, and maybe sometimes he hates the way he might as well be an open book, especially when he tries even harder to conceal what he's thinking, what he's feeling. but it's right there in the brightness of his eyes, despite how dim the rest of the room might be.
his throat works in a swallow that doesn't actually do anything to help, and he tries to smile, but it's shaky at the very best. )
It's just been a really long time since I've thought about her, I guess. ( he murmurs, unconsciously shifting just a little bit closer, seeking out the other's warmth. there's no way for him to know how this friendship is going to work out for either of them, because he trusts wolfwood implicitly, and has no freaking clue that he was sent to nudge him in the right direction.
toward his brother, of course. the proper direction, even if he would have ended up there regardless of whether he ended up walking that path alone, or with a chaperone. ) We don't have to. You'd probably fall asleep in the middle of all my rambling.
( bedtime story you never asked for? sure, why not. )
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[ Wolfwood, you are so pessimistic. Still, there's a lot of stuff he doesn't know about the Humanoid Typhoon that maybe he's curious about-- that maybe he doesn't want to really admit that he's curious about. The deal was to escort this guy straight to Knives without anybody else killing him-- it wasn't supposed to be a situation where Nicholas makes a friend. Or a partner. or a.. situation.
It was becoming that anyway, though, no matter how much he resisted. There was just something ever-so endearing about somebody who was so stupidly compassionate; Wolfwood would say that he regrets meeting Vash, but that's far from the truth.
Nick prompts himself up on his elbow, looking like he has his whole attention on the Independent. ]
I don't got all night, Spiky. You gonna get on with it or not?
[ Maybe.. maybe he won't fall asleep during this? ]
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it makes his heart do something silly behind the cage of his ribs, like it wants to trip over itself and he needs to get a good handle on it before it has a chance to do so in the first place. slow your roll, stampede, roberto likes to say. one of these days, maybe he'll listen.
wolfwood props himself up, and vash kind of … curls in on himself, just a little, pillowing his head on his own flesh arm and reminiscing for a moment before he finally speaks up; his expression goes distantly fond, because he's remembering, because he hasn't let himself think about her for long enough that it feels like some kind of betrayal going back after so long. like hey, long time no talk, it's been a while except it's more along the lines of hey, it's been a while, and missing you still hurts so much i can't stand it. )
Her name was Rem. She raised us, might as well have been our mom for how much she doted … Nai always made fun of her for it, but I think he kinda liked it, deep down, y'know? She even threw us a birthday party once … ( he doesn't mention that it was their first and only, and his twin complained the entire time about not needing to eat any of the junk she'd set out for them, even when she'd tried to explain that that wasn't the point.
he buries his face in the crook of his elbow. ) She was one of the kindest people I've ever met. Loved flowers. D'you know what a geranium is?
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As Vash opens up and begins to speak, it's evident in Nick's eyes that Vash has his fullest attention, and he's idly rolling the tip of his tongue over his teeth-- something to do aimlessly while the Independent starts to talk. A mom, huh? It's not like he really knows what that feels like, but he imagines he's similar to having a mentor. It sounds like Vash's upbringing was filled with a lot of good memories where as Nicholas wishes he could forget almost everything about his childhood.
Almost.
The question brings him back to reality as he got lost in his own thought for a moment. ]
Can't say that I do. Guessing it's some kind of flower, though.
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you're afraid of somethin'.
no one ever bothers to look past the facade he gives over so easily, and he's always preferred it that way, just because it's easier and it generally means there's less of a chance of someone ending up getting hurt.
( if he's perfectly honest, it's all tiring after a while, but only because there are fleeting, few-and-far-between moments in which he wishes he could just. let his guard down for a little while, to stop trying so hard and just. be. exist. as just vash, and not vash the stampede. )
he's a little bit surprised when he manages to keep wolfwood's attention, but it makes him happy all the same; of course he doesn't know anything about the other's background, his attachment to hopeland and everyone there but it's more than obvious he cares deeply, whether he wants to admit it outwardly or not. it bolsters his willingness to talk about rem in the first place, even if she's the one he will always be ready to remember. to reminisce about. )
Mhm. ( he agrees quietly, curling a bit more in the other's direction. ) Her favorite. Bright red, like my coat. I always thought they were pretty. ( even if it would have been better if they were yummy, he'd said once, realizing more than a century later how silly such a comment had been. ) There were all kinds of flowers back on the ship, then … all different sizes, shapes, colors. But she always liked those the most. Never understood why, but I guess you don't really need a reason to have a favorite something, do you?
( he pauses, and then carefully lifts his gaze. ) Do you have a favorite something?