[Vash exhales a sigh that's partially a groan, partially a whine -- he's comfortable where he is, and he doesn't want to do anything about changing that. He's at least somewhat aware they're in the middle of a McDonald's, and maybe that plus the sudden growl in his stomach that has him lifting his head up and pushing himself upright. His hands linger on Wolfwood's clothes though, before they too, retreat.]
Okaaaay, alright. Gotcha. [He even more reluctantly lets loose of Wolfwood completely, taking a step or four backward before turning to more or less plant himself at the nearest table for 4 people. Not two. 4. Mostly because half of it is a booth and he wants to shove himself into the corner to prop himself up.
While he's waiting (and it probably isn't long?) he pulls his phone out to thumb through messages but doesn't have the concentration to actually text anyone -- for the best really. When Wolfwood approaches with the veritable drunk food bounty he visibly lights up, turning his openly excited look full on at his best friend, the love of his life, the moon to his sun the...]
[ once vash pulls away completely, he feels like he can breathe a little easier again, like his heart isn’t permanently lodged in his throat. wolfwood watches vash meander to the table just to make sure he doesn’t fall over before turning to grab their food. it’s two trays, one significantly more full than the other—at least it makes it easier to tell which one is whose. the cashier probably had a hand in that, who knows.
but once he brings the food back to the table, that same feeling from earlier immediately comes back again, and he almost feels like he has to squint a little from how brightly vash is beaming up at him. a thousand watt smile trained just on him. wolfwood pointedly looks away, taking a large sip of his coke as he places vash’s bounty in front of him. ]
[ Vash nods, the way he does it is so emphatic and excited he practically does it with his whole body. He immediately arranges his food in a way that makes sense to him, all of it still staying on the tray but in an order close to how he plans to eat things and then he pauses, glancing up at Wolfwood with a quizzical squint. ]
Sit. You're making the food nervous.
[ No he isn't. But as if he's trying to make a peace offering he picks up a little box of nuggets and pushes it forward with the fingers of both hands until the box touches Wolfwood's tray on the opposite side of the table. Drunken offering. ]
[ he was going to okay don't @ him. he tosses his backpack down and then slides into the booth opposite vash, accepting the drunken nuggets offering and also stealing a fry. ]
You coming to my place after this or am I takin' you home?
[ not that wolfwood minds either way; vash has a toothbrush and a change of clothes at his apartment now. that probably says something but wolfwood has chosen to ignore it then and he will continue to do so. ]
[ The fry stealing. He juts out his lower lip in a half pout, but then decides to reach out and take a huge sip from Wolfwood's drink via straw. He puts it back down before Wolfwood can even react, like some kind of McDonalds ninja. He looks awfully pleased with himself as he opens up another pack of nuggets and shoves one into his mouth immediately.
He's still smiling at Wolfwood as he chews, the expression mostly in the crinkling of his eyes. When he swallows, he looks like he's considering the question. ]
Yours. I don't want to go home after all. [ He likes it better there; when Wolfwood permits it, he much rather prefers waking up tangled in sheets that smell like his best friend. It's somehow better than his own lonely little apartment. ]
[ or he can just steal wolfwood's drink; that's fine. wolfwood's first secret (that's admittedly not so much a secret) is that vash can literally get away with anything when it comes to him. he'd hate it if he hadn't already resigned himself to the fact since the beginning.
his second secret is that he likes having vash over. but it's not like he's going to just say it. ]
Fine, but I better not find you eating all my cereal in the morning.
[ He blinks at Wolfwood like the concept of arresting him hadn't even crossed his mind, but it certainly sounds like a legitimate possibility. He COULD arrest Wolfwood, it makes drunken logic. ]
If you keep eating my fries I might. [ But to make a point he stands up in his little seat in the booth and leans over the table, one hand planted palm down to support himself, and then he just. Bites off half of the french fry hanging from Wolfwood's mouth. He retreats, climbing back over into his seat with what is quite possibly the most smug someone can look while chewing and swallowing a french fry. ]
'm not gonna touch your weird grandpa cereal. [ He gestures at the bounty in front of him like that's going to tide his stomach and frankly terrifying appetite over by the morning. It won't. ]
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Okaaaay, alright. Gotcha. [He even more reluctantly lets loose of Wolfwood completely, taking a step or four backward before turning to more or less plant himself at the nearest table for 4 people. Not two. 4. Mostly because half of it is a booth and he wants to shove himself into the corner to prop himself up.
While he's waiting (and it probably isn't long?) he pulls his phone out to thumb through messages but doesn't have the concentration to actually text anyone -- for the best really. When Wolfwood approaches with the veritable drunk food bounty he visibly lights up, turning his openly excited look full on at his best friend, the love of his life, the moon to his sun the...]
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but once he brings the food back to the table, that same feeling from earlier immediately comes back again, and he almost feels like he has to squint a little from how brightly vash is beaming up at him. a thousand watt smile trained just on him. wolfwood pointedly looks away, taking a large sip of his coke as he places vash’s bounty in front of him. ]
Eat up.
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Sit. You're making the food nervous.
[ No he isn't. But as if he's trying to make a peace offering he picks up a little box of nuggets and pushes it forward with the fingers of both hands until the box touches Wolfwood's tray on the opposite side of the table. Drunken offering. ]
don't look at the timestamp
You coming to my place after this or am I takin' you home?
[ not that wolfwood minds either way; vash has a toothbrush and a change of clothes at his apartment now. that probably says something but wolfwood has chosen to ignore it then and he will continue to do so. ]
i see nothing
[ The fry stealing. He juts out his lower lip in a half pout, but then decides to reach out and take a huge sip from Wolfwood's drink via straw. He puts it back down before Wolfwood can even react, like some kind of McDonalds ninja. He looks awfully pleased with himself as he opens up another pack of nuggets and shoves one into his mouth immediately.
He's still smiling at Wolfwood as he chews, the expression mostly in the crinkling of his eyes. When he swallows, he looks like he's considering the question. ]
Yours. I don't want to go home after all. [ He likes it better there; when Wolfwood permits it, he much rather prefers waking up tangled in sheets that smell like his best friend. It's somehow better than his own lonely little apartment. ]
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You gonna arrest me?
[ or he can just steal wolfwood's drink; that's fine. wolfwood's first secret (that's admittedly not so much a secret) is that vash can literally get away with anything when it comes to him. he'd hate it if he hadn't already resigned himself to the fact since the beginning.
his second secret is that he likes having vash over. but it's not like he's going to just say it. ]
Fine, but I better not find you eating all my cereal in the morning.
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If you keep eating my fries I might. [ But to make a point he stands up in his little seat in the booth and leans over the table, one hand planted palm down to support himself, and then he just. Bites off half of the french fry hanging from Wolfwood's mouth. He retreats, climbing back over into his seat with what is quite possibly the most smug someone can look while chewing and swallowing a french fry. ]
'm not gonna touch your weird grandpa cereal. [ He gestures at the bounty in front of him like that's going to tide his stomach and frankly terrifying appetite over by the morning. It won't. ]
I'll be nice and leave you some milk, though.