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The Body Heat Meme



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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[bareankles]

<sub>[ Unlike Vash, Wolfwood conceals his emotions. It’s pretty obvious that he’s struck some sort of sore nerve bringing up somebody he didn’t even knew existed. He’s not particularly interested in an Independent’s upbringing— which is why he’s a little annoyed at himself for being curious about Vash’s upbringing.

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. ]</sub>

… 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. ]}

[ecad]

( it isn't like he doesn't at least try to conceal his emotions, he's just really … really … really bad at it, and he knows he is, but at least he can say an effort has been made, no matter how fruitless it ends up being.

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. )

[bareankles]

Yeah. Probably so. Don't mean I'm not interested, though.

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

I don't got all night, Spiky. You gonna get on with it or not?

_{[ Maybe.. maybe he won't fall asleep during this? ]}

[ecad]

( of course there are a lot of things he doesn't know about him — it's not like he's actually here to make friends, or something like that, right? not that vash knows that, and he'd probably try to make friends out of a freaking rock given a fraction of a chance, and … being given the chance to actually talk about rem for once, to someone that isn't luida? or brad? ( not that brad was all that keen on listening, himself. ) it … well.

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?

[bareankles]

<sub>[ It's not the first time that Nicholas has seen Vash look this way-- so melancholic and thoughtful; so sad. It must get tiring-- making that godawful face all the time. It's because this guy has much more compassion for people than Wolfwood could ever have, because if he cared this much about people, he wouldn't be any good at killing.

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. ]</sub>

Can't say that I do. Guessing it's some kind of flower, though.

[ecad]

( what's tiring, even if he'll never openly admit it, is making the faces he gives over every single day to give off the demeanor that everyone has come to expect from him. he's never without a smile, seemingly without a care in the world and of course roberto had been the first in a very, very long time to call him out on his nonsense.

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?