[ nick was used to traveling alone. it was part of the job description really, and nick finds that it's just easier to do so than to have any sort of companion aside from his horse. there is peace in the quiet between towns and villages, and it's one less thing for him to worry about when trouble inevitably finds him. after years of going alone, it wasn't something he was looking to change anytime soon.
which is, of course, when he discovers that the creature that had been following him around is actually a human.
but he doesn't know that just yet, too stunned while staring at the (very pretty) blond washing up in the stream he'd camped by the night before. the supplies he'd gone to town to fetch is still thankfully in his hands, but try as he might, he can't look away, even if he should really turn around and give the man his privacy. he'll get to that in a bit, but for now— ]
( in retrospect, it really would have been nicer if he'd been more forthcoming — knowing that he was a much more intelligent creature than he saw fit to let on at the very least would have been helpful — but what is it they say about hindsight, something-something-perfect-vision …
if you ask him, things are more fun this way, and it isn't exactly like he's hurting anyone. right? ight.
he'd taken to following wolfwood around because he both looked and smelled interesting, and sometimes that's really all you need for someone with an attention span like this to latch on; he hasn't chased him off, and sometimes even welcomes him into the circle of his campsite to share the fire when he builds it, tosses him scraps of dried meat or bread when there's enough to share and doesn't mind too much if he wakes up with a tightly-curled-into-itself ball of yellow fluff and feathers close enough to reach out and touch. if he so chose.
he never has, but that's neither here nor there. the point is that he'd thought he would have more time to finish washing himself up before his return, but maybe he'd taken a little long to enjoy simply splashing around in the water as he often does and lost track of … well, everything until that gruff, pleasant voice is barking something out at him, and he turns, unashamed of his nakedness, grinning widely and pushing damp hair off of his forehead. )
Oh, morning. I thought I'd have more time until you came back— ( hey, vash, you might want to start with explaining who the hell you are, but if nick is paying attention, he might just notice a pile of shed feathers at his feet. maybe that will be telling enough. )
You've, ah, never seen me like this, huh … ( YOU KNOW HE HASN'T?? ) Name's Vash.
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which is, of course, when he discovers that the creature that had been following him around is actually a human.
but he doesn't know that just yet, too stunned while staring at the (very pretty) blond washing up in the stream he'd camped by the night before. the supplies he'd gone to town to fetch is still thankfully in his hands, but try as he might, he can't look away, even if he should really turn around and give the man his privacy. he'll get to that in a bit, but for now— ]
What the fuck?
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if you ask him, things are more fun this way, and it isn't exactly like he's hurting anyone. right? ight.
he'd taken to following wolfwood around because he both looked and smelled interesting, and sometimes that's really all you need for someone with an attention span like this to latch on; he hasn't chased him off, and sometimes even welcomes him into the circle of his campsite to share the fire when he builds it, tosses him scraps of dried meat or bread when there's enough to share and doesn't mind too much if he wakes up with a tightly-curled-into-itself ball of yellow fluff and feathers close enough to reach out and touch. if he so chose.
he never has, but that's neither here nor there. the point is that he'd thought he would have more time to finish washing himself up before his return, but maybe he'd taken a little long to enjoy simply splashing around in the water as he often does and lost track of … well, everything until that gruff, pleasant voice is barking something out at him, and he turns, unashamed of his nakedness, grinning widely and pushing damp hair off of his forehead. )
Oh, morning. I thought I'd have more time until you came back— ( hey, vash, you might want to start with explaining who the hell you are, but if nick is paying attention, he might just notice a pile of shed feathers at his feet. maybe that will be telling enough. )
You've, ah, never seen me like this, huh … ( YOU KNOW HE HASN'T?? ) Name's Vash.