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it gives him enough time to go down to his bike, throwing on his jacket and gloves as he waits for vash to respond. he mentally kicks himself for not simply taking vash home like he originally intended but here they are now. ]

what the fuck
if you ended up putting the wrong address in im gonna kick your ass

Edited 2023-04-17 18:36 (UTC)

[ ( from here ) ]

i didn't think you'd take me seriously

Edited 2023-05-07 04:19 (UTC)

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[ he can feel the pouting.... stop. ]

or maybe it's always been that bad you just didn't notice

within reason sure

[ 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— ]

What the fuck?

[ (from here.) ]

fair

[ well. it's not like he really wants to make vash uncomfortable... ]

if you're not comfortable with it i'll stop

Edited 2023-08-24 08:30 (UTC)

( from here. )

[ sometimes you have to make your own opportunities. wolfwood's been dealt shitty hand after shitty hand for most of his life — getting whisked away to a luxury hotel that runs on hedonism alone is honestly par for the course at this point. of course he wouldn't catch a break. did you find a reason to put down your cross? conrad had asked him, and he still isn't sure what's worse — not finding a reason to, or finding one. and now, he gets to start all over again.

but anyway. ]

Where I'm from, one night's plenty.

[ but there's a flicker of something warm somewhere in the blackened cavity of his chest that he'd thought was incapable of feeling, something... pleased, almost. a little bittersweet. he lets himself fall back onto the mattress, tucking one arm behind his head as the other dangles off the side, looking like he could fall right asleep if he wanted to. the lazy smile still on his face says otherwise as he flicks ash from his cigarette off the side of the bed. they're close enough to touch, and while normally he'd be more intent about keeping his space, he finds he doesn't mind it so much now. ]

Hey, I got an expensive habit to fund. And my self-control's worth shit.

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[ the bunnies squirm around in their blanket prison, lifting their heads to seek more attention from esikko. wolfwood keeps his grip on the blanket firm but loose enough to allow them room to breathe as he makes his way to the pen. ]

My nature? [ there's a bark of a laugh at that but he shakes his head, rolling the cigarette to one corner of his mouth. ] You got an interestin' idea of comfort.

[ the general consensus is that he's an asshole, a monster; the kind people don't want to be involved with. for good reason, really. but there was a time when things were different. kinder, simpler. ]

I raised some birds before. [ he lowers the bundle into the pen, letting the bunnies roam free. ] But they're all the same. Give 'em a bit of food and they get nice and easy.

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@plantcifist

@plantussy

for @ecad; la creatura

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