[ a few minutes ago, vash would have probably ducked away from that kiss. agonized over whether or not it’s something should accept, something he deserves in the face of being half the reason wolfwood nearly died. but something in him has eased enough for him to lean into it when it happens, soaking up the comfort from it like wolfwood has wrapped him in a warm, familiar blanket.
and, hmm. if he’d been thinking ahead enough, it probably would have been smart to drag his bag in here with them. his medkit is in there, and he could have taken the chance to dig out the bullets and slap on some bandages. and maybe he still could, but…
there’s a part of him that feels like a puppy that’s desperate to trot along at wolfwood’s heels in the hope of getting pets.
so! following him out, making quick work of toweling himself off and digging out some clean clothes. and then he plops down on the edge of the bed, offering up another little grin. ]
Not complaining about the view. [ a fidget, and then: ] C’mere? [ holding out both arms, inviting wolfwood into a seat on his lap. ]
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and, hmm. if he’d been thinking ahead enough, it probably would have been smart to drag his bag in here with them. his medkit is in there, and he could have taken the chance to dig out the bullets and slap on some bandages. and maybe he still could, but…
there’s a part of him that feels like a puppy that’s desperate to trot along at wolfwood’s heels in the hope of getting pets.
so! following him out, making quick work of toweling himself off and digging out some clean clothes. and then he plops down on the edge of the bed, offering up another little grin. ]
Not complaining about the view. [ a fidget, and then: ] C’mere? [ holding out both arms, inviting wolfwood into a seat on his lap. ]