Nothing's brewing. [ and it isn't; he already knows what he intends to do, it's just a matter of finding the right moment. ] Are you accusing me of plotting something?

[ vash rarely has a plan. most of the time, he's just coming up with something on the fly. the fact that he's thought this through is impressive.

it's taken time, but he doesn't mind wolfwood's hand running over his back. the scars aren't too sensitive anymore, and he likes the feeling of wolfwood's hands against him, so it's easy to ignore how ugly they are. it helps that he can feel just how affectionate wolfwood is, his touch tender and lips soft against his shoulder. ] Maybe I wanna give you the surprise at a special time.