[ vash knows what that joke is, a way for wolfwood to lighten the mood, to deal with the emotions he hides so carefully but that come spilling out. vash grins against wolfwood's lips, and he pulls away just enough to look at him with puppy eyes, big and bright and helpless. ]
Does that mean you'll get me more?
[ he doesn't care if wolfwood never gives him another gift. just this is enough, every kiss, every touch, every moment they spend wrapped around each other in bed. he'll always have these memories, and the plushie, and that's more than he deserves.
[ wolfwood says after a moment, because he wants vash to have more things. he remembers seeing him in his home, the scant belongings he had there too -- and his heart aches for him. wolfwood might not have much, but he wants vash to have everything he can want.
hell, why wouldn't he, when vash is looking at him like this, so painfully cute and hopeful and eager? it's too blinding, too adorable, and he pinches his cheeks. ]
But uuuuugh, I hate when you look at me like that!
[ the pinch hurts (not really; it, in fact, feels good because it means wolfwood's hands are on him) and vash whines, knocking away wolfwood's hands and rubbing his cheek, looking at him with a pout. ]
Well get used to it, that's always how I look at you, you meanie.
[ wolfwood can't help a smile and a gruff little noise because stop looking so cute, jerk. what is he to do with you? his hands, however, comes to cup his face briefly before letting him go. if vash looks at him like that all the time, well... well. that's really kind of nice. and it makes wolfwood shy. and embarrassed. so he quickly changes the subject: ]
[ vash's lips part, tongue peeking out as he thinks. no one's ever asked him what he wants, and he's left scrambling to think of an answer. Eventually, he settles on a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. ]
I've never thought about it? I'll take anything you give me, really. And you don't have to buy me presents, I was just saying that if you do, I'll treasure them.
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Does that mean you'll get me more?
[ he doesn't care if wolfwood never gives him another gift. just this is enough, every kiss, every touch, every moment they spend wrapped around each other in bed. he'll always have these memories, and the plushie, and that's more than he deserves.
not that he'll say no to more gifts. ]
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[ wolfwood says after a moment, because he wants vash to have more things. he remembers seeing him in his home, the scant belongings he had there too -- and his heart aches for him. wolfwood might not have much, but he wants vash to have everything he can want.
hell, why wouldn't he, when vash is looking at him like this, so painfully cute and hopeful and eager? it's too blinding, too adorable, and he pinches his cheeks. ]
But uuuuugh, I hate when you look at me like that!
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Well get used to it, that's always how I look at you, you meanie.
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Well then, what else did you want me to get ya?
[ he'll take notes. ]
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I've never thought about it? I'll take anything you give me, really. And you don't have to buy me presents, I was just saying that if you do, I'll treasure them.