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Relief hits his stomach like a punch to the gut, and the blond swallows the sob that threatens to follow. His instincts want to fight this. They desperately want to fight this; not wanting the undertaker to feel shackled to someone like him. Another Independent. Another person who hurt him, and might again, even by accident.

But isn't that... unfair? Isn't deciding that Wolfwood shouldn't be around him (for his own sake) hypocritical, for someone who wants him to make his own choices?

He wouldn't have followed him-- wouldn't have spent time searching for him --if he didn't want to. The man is stubborn and vocal, and would probably have happily chewed him out back when they first ran into each other again if he wanted to. Told him to fuck off and disappear from his life.

Wolfwood... wants to be here. And that's something he's going to need to learn to swallow, isn't it? Whatever bumps follow (Lord knows there will be bumps from both of them, both still needing to heal), that doesn't mean...

"... sorry~." it comes at the end of a weak little laugh, bringing his hands up to rest overtop the other's arms around his middle. Squeezing lightly. So lightly.

"It's so stupid... all this time, wanting something like this with you, and it finally happens... and I start crying? Way to ruin the mood~..."

There's a long pause before Wolfwood raises a hand from Vash's thigh and...

He wraps an arm around the blond's middle. Then another. Hugging him, swallowing his own tears—tears he already shed months ago. The undertaker shifts his head to rest his cheek on Vash's shoulder, letting his soft head of hair (too soft, if you ask him) cushion his cheek.

Wolfwood is still feeling the heat, still worked up, but now it's... well...

It's complicated.

No it's not.

It's—ugh—it's not something he deserves to put a name to. It's too dangerous. But... but... it's there. Admitting it won't come today, probably, but accepting that there's... a pull... something closer than friendship, that's—hm... Being so close to Vash, yet far away really made it clear to himself the depth of his care. It's somewhere between 'this world doesn't deserve you,' and 'I don't deserve you.'

"Hey—no need to be a crybaby... I'm here now, and I'm not goin' anywhere, so..." his hands tense against Vash's abdomen as he speaks through a squished cheek, "And don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I made up my mind a long time ago. Gonna follow you to hell and back as long as you'll have me."

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #suggestive;; #( just in case tho they are having A Moment ) #( the poor dears )

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The longing is mutual, honestly-- Vash couldn't pinpoint the exact moment his feelings towards the undertaker had shifted to the sort of puppy-love pining that it had during their initial travels together, but he's very aware that it happened. Very aware that he'd spent many nights up wondering just how he could approach things. If he should at all.

But, he's learned to sit with those sorts of feelings. Let them simmer into something manageable, or become something new entirely, because he doesn't deserve to hope for something more. He never has, and he never will. This right now isn't something he deserves (God, not after whatever it was he did to the man), but because Wolfwood is reciprocating, he's willing to let himself give in.

It helps that Wolfwood makes a compelling argument for himself, pulling shivers and groans from the blond, making his thighs twitch open; a long-buried need yawning awake with every touch.

And then he speaks again. Says something that brings tears to Vash's eyes, as much as he's trying not to bring attention to it, big, fat drops rolling down his cheeks in seconds. Dammit...

"M-missed you, too, Wolfwood..." his voice shakes, he can't help it. "So, so much..."

Wolfwood's glad he managed to distract Vash from the idea of doing anything for him, but he's even more glad that his companion is so receptive to kisses. How long has he wanted to kiss Vash the Stampede? Too long, far too long.

He even wished he could kiss him when he held the undertaker captive—pinned like a bug. Wished he could kiss him and he'd just... wake up. Now, though...

Now...

His kisses turn more languid against Vash's neck. He's careful to avoid the scar, but puts his tongue and teeth into each smacking kiss. Wolfwood doesn't leave bruises (yet), but the temptation is right there.

Hands wander from hips to thighs as Wolfwood hunches closer to Vash. He doesn't push too far, but his fingers trail on the outsides of Vash's thighs; his thumbs taunt sensitive flesh, far too close to the sun, and yet still too far.

Deeply nuzzled underneath Vash's jaw, Wolfwood continues to tease. Each pull closer to him, every rock forward is only making him ache more and more. The usually so composed baritone of Wolfwood's voice slips back, exposing a growling moan. A whine.

Part of him wants to pull the blond right onto the bed with him—but that's... is that...?

"Vash," Wolfwood mumbles against his skin, "Missed you."

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #suggestive;; #( who had bets on tears showing up-- )

[orangetintedglasses]

Moral Alignment Test

You are 93.3% good, 18.3% chaotic, making you Neutral Good.

People who are Neutral Good are guided by their conscience and typically act altruistically, with only secondary regard for whether their actions are lawful or in line with cultural expectations or traditions. Neutral Good individuals have no problems with what is lawful as such, and nor are they rebels by nature, but they believe in furthering kindness and good deeds through whatever means seem necessary to them. If fostering good means supporting an organized society, then that is what must be done. If good can only come about through the overthrow of the existing social order, then so be it. For many who are Neutral Good, insistence on either lawfulness or rebellion is seen as detriments to or distractions from the greater goal of promoting true kindness in the world.

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #local tabloid article: humanoid typhoon ✧〗( about ) #curse of compulsion ✧〗( dash games ) #( makes sense for Star at this point ) #( hard to perfectly obey the law when you're wanted dead OR alive...... ) #( he's also willing to lie and knows he is it's just not for malicious purposes )

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The blond is definitely somewhere, managing another hum in response to Wolfwood's question. If he focuses on the pinch and burn of the massage instead of the wave of relief that comes after, he can at least attempt to ground himself a little more. Get a foothold in the present and hoist himself out of the void that's threatening to pull him under, even if it does feel good to be in a place where getting into his own head is less of an issue--

He straightens out his back a little, able to press up against Wolfwood's hips a bit better at this new angle, and rolls back into the other's forward motion. Lulling his head forward and a little to the side, just to give the undertaker better access to the real estate of his neck.

It's okay. It's more than okay.

"Keep going..."

"Me?" Wolfwood temporarily breaks free of the hypnotic trance he somehow put himself into, "Uh—it's okay. You don't gotta do anything. I'm enjoying this enough, uh, if you can't tell." He chuckles, despite the embarrassing admission, "Is there a Needle-noggin still in there, or did he go on vacation?"

...Hopefully not too long of a vacation. He doesn't really enjoy the thought of an empty Vash, whether it's due to pleasure or outside influence.

Wolfwood works Vash's other shoulder now, finishing what exists of his left arm pretty quickly, even though he goes slowly. Working on his companion's legs would require him to get up, and right now? He does not feel like getting up.

Instead he runs both hands down Vash's sides to his hips, gently, slowly rocking against him as he lightly holds him in place.

"Sorry, I hope this is okay. We can stop if it's not okay, just say the word."

Nervously, Wolfwood presses his lips to Vash's neck, right under his jaw. He plants feathery kisses where he can, as if he's been doing this forever. They've never kissed. They've never even talked about kissing. He thinks Vash may have mentioned something about kissing back in JuLai, but... all of those days pinned are a blur, somewhat.

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #suggestive;; #( SNRK ) #( and he's back there he is ) #( gonna be nice and pretty for mw-- )

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Soft, sweet gasps beget honest-to-God moans as Vash watches the undertaker move along his arm, coaxing aches from places that he never really expected to get out. He always rolled his right shoulder, messed with that arm, but Wolfwood was able to just... banish those decades-long aches like they'd never existed. He's magic. He's convinced.

... but there's something familiar about this situation. The way he's loose-limbed and limp in Wolfwood's hold, hanging onto every word he says like it's gospel... there's something just so horribly, dreadfully familiar about it that tries to muddy the waters with flickers of fear; tries to replace Wolfwood with someone else singing a similar tune, albeit in a much different key.

But then Wolfwood's hips move, and his voice is right in his ear. He can feel his interest pressed against his back-- his own strained within tight leather --and he gasps again, eyes shuttering closed.

This isn't something bad. It's Wolfwood. He can let himself just... fall into this, let him do what he wants-- whatever he feels like doing. He trusts him.

"Must've..." he says-- repeats --and then he laughs. Come on, brain-- "what about you...?"

Well that doesn't help. That really, really, doesn't help.

Okay. Surely he can keep things... chaste... unless...

Wolfwood pulls Vash and the chair flush to his body, which, unfortunately, means that the blond has to deal with a different kind of stiffness against his back. He takes some more of the lotion in hand, and holds Vash's right arm out straight with both hands, gently yet sternly massaging his fingers and thumbs into the muscles. His palms likewise rock against the tender skin, and he continues these motions until, eventually, Wolfwood clasps his hands around Vash's.

He keeps their hands like that for a moment, enjoying the way his fingers slowly slot between the Plant's scarred digits before he tilts the palm upward and massages it with both thumbs. With how close Vash is to him now, he, for better or for worse, gets to hear the groan in his breathing; he gets to hear (and feel) how much Wolfwood seems to be enjoying this too.

And if his hips subconsciously rock against where Vash is seated, no they didn't.

"You might feel like jelly by the time we're done, but it'll be worth it," Wolfwood purrs, hot breath against the man's ear, "I can take good care of ya. Take you apart, then put you back together again, good as new. You must've needed this for a while."

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #suggestive;; #( we've got something ATTEMPTING TO SURFACE ) #( Star's Nai absolutely said similar things in WILDLY different context-- ) #( but mothwood (and horny) silence it )

[orangetintedglasses]

With his nerves already alight and buzzing with pleasant static, the light touches are welcome and wanted-- the Plant's back straightens out a little, pushing his hips out and further into the undertaker's grip. This isn't something he's gotten to experience often, not in this... softer, more consensual light. One good pop and it's gone straight to his damn head--

"Someplace else...?" he echoes, his tone sweet and dreamy and clearly struggling to form his own words as he turns his head, and looks at Wolfwood from over his shoulder. That isn't an affirmation, stupid, you need to talk to him--

"K-keep... keep going, yeah, p-please..."

His expression is flushed, vapid, pleading. Maybe a little confused, but ultimately pleading; mouth hanging open a little ways, eyes just that little bit hazy. Do whatever you want to me.

Wolfwood can't hold back the short gasp that comes out of his mouth at the sound Vash makes. If he were a God-fearing man, he would be asking for forgiveness because that noise officially drags him deep into sinful territory.

He realizes his hands are holding onto the blond's hips as though bracing him, and he can no longer control the way they shake as his thumbs work little circles on either side of Vash's tailbone. Wolfwood swallows nervously, simply watching as Vash melts contentedly.

"Guess that was—" he clears his throat after his voice cracks under pressure, "Guess it was good then. You sounded—um. You sound relieved. Want me to keep goin'? Maybe take my hands... someplace else?"

Please say yes.

The undertaker shuffles a little, adjusting himself. When he's done with this, he really is going to need to take his hands someplace else. Quietly. Alone. Lord forgive him, he's committing these noises to memory.

He can't help himself as he runs the back of his index finger down Vash's side, almost teasing him. Maybe actually teasing him. He's not sure how much of this is teasing, taunting, flirting—but, uh, this has definitely been an experience.

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #suggestive;; #( it was such a toss up between 'do we make this comedic or do we just send it' ) #( started writing it out comedic and it just didn't flow as well ) #( so now we SEND IT )

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Har-har. Wolfwood's lucky he is so relaxed and comfortable now, otherwise he'd have the ability to wax on about how relaxing is difficult on this planet even for most normal people, not just orphans and alien-things. Nah, for once, the blond doesn't feel like getting into a big spiel about stuff like that, just listening to the other talk as he works his magic...

Perhaps a little too well.

Pressure suddenly builds in one spot in a way that's not uncomfortable, but not great. It doesn't hurt, either, even if Vash's shoulders hitch up like he's expecting this massive wave of pain to come crashing over him, as that pressure builds and builds and--

!!!

--then releases, and basically whites out his brain as a number of different sensations flood him and blue eyes go rolling almost all the way up into the back of his skull. Any and all tension left in him melts away in seconds, his shoulders going slack, and the sound he manages to make isn't something comprehensible in the slightest.. but it's definitely a good sound. A satisfied and confused and awed sound, all in one lilting, shuddering note... probably meant to convey something along the lines of what did you just do?

...It's getting a lot harder to keep himself composed, and it almost feels like Vash is doing it on purpose. Then again, Wolfwood is also taking 'liberties' with the massage, but for him to outright speak it—and—and make those noises again...

Well, he'd rather not think about the physical effect it is having on him right now. Steady hands. Steady.

"Heh, well you can try," Wolfwood taunts, letting a growl flavor his tone, "Only way to get better is to—wh—"

His hands freeze mid-squeeze on Vash's lower back. Is that insinuating something? Is he flirting? Are they both flirting? Fuck.

Wolfwood tries to shake it off, and continues his ministrations, "Dunno Blondie, you've had years to learn how to relax—even if you haven't actually followed through and relaxed. I've never been relaxed a day in my life. Would love to see you try though. Could be kinda funny. Or, well, relaxing. Hopefully."

He pushes his thumbs in, resulting in a loud POP from the Independent's back.

"Uh, was that a good one or a bad one..."

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( SNRK. ) #( congrats mw u killed him /pos ) #( mans found a pocket of somethin' nearly as old as his alien pal )

[orangetintedglasses]

( Vash is the kind of person that falls asleep during a tattoo, change my mind )

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #( you cannot he would conk the fuck out ) #( probably wolfwood too depending on the situation )

[orangetintedglasses]

The way the undertaker drags his fingers down his spine definitely does something to his brain, eyes shuttering closed, a contented hum in affirmation the only indication that Vash is even still awake. He could easily fall asleep like this... well, if it weren't for the pinch in his muscles whenever Wolfwood tended to a different spot. Maybe. He could probably get used to it enough.

"Guess that means I gotta learn how to do this, too... help make you less tense..." he has to turn his head, now, so he's not talking into his arms. That does mean any of his noises-- the groans, the gasps, all soft and followed by an exhale that sounds both shaky and relieved --aren't muffled, either, though it's kinda getting harder to care.

"I dunno, though, might have to think up another way to help you relax. Doubt I'm even half as good at this as you are~..."

Harder to care about a lot of things, apparently--

Oh, how Wolfwood wishes he could yell at Vash and tell him to stop making such weird noises, but...

... He kind of enjoys them too much.

"Good," the undertaker-turned-masseuse rumbles in response, definitely not feeling proud of himself for drawing said noises out from the Plant. He definitely feels normal about this. At least... that's what he's going to tell himself. Because if he doesn't then things might get a little awkward—well, more awkward, considering their start. "Gonna go a little lower."

He can't help (yes he can) the way that his fingers drag down the center of Vash's spine, making sure to avoid any metal bits or wires along the way. Here, he needs to be a bit more careful where he massages. The skin, scarred though it may be, absorbs the balm perfectly, hardly leaving behind any oily texture.

Wolfwood continues, pressing his thumbs into muscles the same way he does when he's massaging his own limbs. Perhaps a little... slower. It's almost therapeutic to himself as well—now that he's got Vash like putty in his hands, part of him wants to see him relax the rest of his body as well. Legs, arms, hands, feet... Vash deserves it.

"Still okay?" he asks in a soothing tone, "You're... really tense. Maybe even as tense as me."

He can't help but let out a little snort at that.

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( annnd memories of the good good ww edits-- ) #( I have struggled to get this man to say shit like this for a YEAR and now he's just FINE WITH IT )

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He can barely contain the laugh that bubbles out of him the second that stuff hits his skin, something airy and slightly awkward to accompany the gooseflesh that rises in response to the cold. It takes so much restraint not to squeak when Wolfwood moves his hands somewhere previously untouched-- but apparently the focus on not making that embarrassing noise allows another to slip through unnoticed. A soft grunt of sorts when Wolfwood digs his thumbs in like that, toes curling against the carpet.

It hurts a little, but it's a good kind of pain-- the kind where you tense for maybe a few seconds before immediately relaxing, rewarded with a shower of endorphins.

"Good..." the Plant absolutely purrs, which wouldn't sound at all incriminating if anyone overheard the both of them right now, speaking in such soft and sweet tones.

"The lotion's kinda cold, like you said, but what you're doing feels nice..."

With a relieved sigh, Wolfwood glides to the edge of the bed and drags the chair closer to him. He pulls it flush to the bed, sitting Vash between his legs so he can work more easily. Thankfully, and partially due to his blush, Wolfwood runs hot, so he doesn't need to worry about warming his hands up or anything. He can just get to work.

The scars on Vash's back never cease to surprise and disgust him. He became (unfortunately) well acquainted with them during his several imprisonments. Gently, Wolfwood traces along the five similarly spaced, identically shaped scars on Vash's right side as if deep in thought. He hums a deep sigh, looking at them.

"Alright, it might feel kinda cold. You'll be fine," his words attempt to mask the fondness in his tone, but fail. He squirts some of the soothing lotion onto his hand, rubs them together and then puts them to Vash's back. Wolfwood begins with the blond's shoulders, careful on the right side, and digs his thumbs into his upper back.

He can feel Vash's muscles like this, perhaps too intimately. The undertaker bites the inside of his cheek, attempting to control himself as he works the lotion into the shower-soft tissue.

At least he doesn't have to hide his blush if he's back here.

"How's this feel?"

... He doesn't mean for his voice to come out so gentle and baritone, and yet...

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( at least a hundred years worth of tension in them damn shoulders-- )

[orangetintedglasses]

He's seen those brands before, he knows he has. But seeing them again and trying to recall where the familiarity is coming from makes him sort of... space out, for a moment or two, in the middle of pulling off his shirt. Maybe right now's not the best time to try and dig for that memory...

Instead, he just pulls his shirt off the rest of the way, and remembers something else-- something that pulls a sound out of him, a chirp of oh...! as he lets the garment fall wherever and turn into a dark pile on the floor.

"Careful around the mods on my back, then." Vash says, making his way over to the previously-designated chair. "Not that you need to worry or anything, they're attached pretty well, I've just... never had someone touch my back without, um..."

Without needing to fix something. Or without intent to harm. Or change. Vash forgoes the rest of that sentence and sits quickly, winding his arms around the top of the chair.

"Hey, I'll be the one touchin' you. Only thing uncomfortable for me will be my back if I sit in the same pose for too long," Wolfwood chuckles, starting to feel more like himself with each word. He stands up and moves behind Vash, tapping him on the shoulder as he walks around to find the lotion again.

"You can sit backwards on the chair there if you want. I might end up popping a few things, just so you know."

Wolfwood closes his eyes and breathes deeply. He'll do fine. This will be fine. It'll be normal, even! Maybe they'll even do it again sometime.

Maybe Wolfwood would let Vash do the same for him if he wanted to. Don't think about that.

He rolls his sleeves up to his forearms, careful not to expose the scars from JuLai in the crease of his arm. In doing so, he does still reveal the cross-shaped brands on his forearms, but Vash should know about those. Right?

Has he ever shown Vash his scars, ever? Hm. Well hopefully he's not put off by that.

"Alright," the undertaker turns around on his heels, "Take off your shirt and sit down. I'll do the rest."

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( wolfwod i beg you don't ask him what the mods do )

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@forgivenpunishment said: ★ for mr. mothwood >w> what are you thinking...? // muse @ muse meme

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #that includes you ✧〗( vash @ other muses ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( italics for things he's feeling but isn't willing to say ) #( or things he doesn't think he deserves to feel )

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( me staring at the bits of tech stuck in Vash's back, squinting: what the fuck are you for )

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #( he's gotta say 'oh be careful around those' because massage but *what the fuck ARE they* ) #( it's been over a year I still have no damn clue )

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@millionsnife said: ★ what are you thinking...? // muse @ muse meme

( all platonic/familial responses ) I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #radio waves to the brain ✧〗( ask response ) #that includes you ✧〗( vash @ other muses ) #domesticated knife ✧〗knives ( millionsnife ) #( there's no option for 'i'm trying my best not to project things onto you' but know that's there too LMAO )

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Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc ) #no such thing as reblog karma ✧〗( ask memes )

[orangetintedglasses]

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that...?"

He isn't uncomfortable, and he's certainly not let down-- he even offers the undertaker a small, fond smile, hoping to assure him that he is, in fact, none of those things. If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out; he'd rather it didn't if it made someone else uncomfortable.

He's had a long enough time to learn not to get his hopes up for anything, anyway. Ever. But man if that look isn't making it hard to try and be a voice of reason right now...

"Promise you'll do the same? If something bothers you?" he asks, more than willing to help if there is that established two-way street. He wants to know if he's uncomfortable, or upset, or anything. Tell him anything, he'll listen-- but he steps back a bit, just so he's not... you know, removing his shirt again right in Wolfwood's face or anything--

Vash leaves the bathroom fully clothed, and Wolfwood can't help but feel like he let the man down. He's being an idiot, getting all flustered like this—look at Vash! He's not nervous! Wolfwood sighs into his palms and drags his fingers down his face, hunched over his legs, then slaps his cheeks lightly and looks up.

"No—no, I... I'm being an idiot," comes his admission, "I want to do this for you. Really. I just... don't wanna fuck it up. I know you're not fragile, but..."

Another light sigh.

"I want to help. Will you please let me..? Just tell me if something makes you uncomfortable."

He looks up at Vash with genuine eyes, as though pleading for forgiveness. Feelings for Vash aside, it's important to remember that the blond is in pain right now, and instead of helping, Wolfwood is probably just making him feel uncomfortable.

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( dangit they WORKED. SUPER EFFECTIVE ) #( vash is weak )

[orangetintedglasses]

Once it's confirmed that Wolfwood is okay, the Plant is ready to heave a sigh and laugh it off-- guess the place isn't as nice as it looks on the outside, right? Haha? --but the look on the other's face isn't exactly screaming 'let's laugh about this and move on'. Not with the way that red stretches all the way up to his ears.

Definitely not with just how serious a response he gets, at first.

He's stuck on his knees, watching as Wolfwood quite literally backs out of the room, and just sort of sits there, staring at the wood.

After another few minutes (some of it thanks to retribution from his knees, not pleased with having kissed the floor tiles that hard), he comes out, fully dressed again. Did he have time to dry off his legs so the leather pants wouldn't stick? No, but he doesn't really care right now.

His expression is mixed, at best. Concerned. A little confused. But mostly concerned.

"... we don't have to do this." he murmurs with finality, coming close enough to be heard at that volume, but not enough to invade Wolfwood's space. "I know you wanna help, but I don't want you to do it if it's weird for you right now. That's not fair."

"...............mmrph."

Wolfwood bends his arms, placing his palms flat against the ground. With a huge, heaving sigh, he pushes himself to a knee and finds himself too close to Vash. His expression is flat and unimpressed, face deep red and hot.

"I'm fine, Blondie. I put too much weight on the damn door and it opened," Wolfwood makes eye contact briefly with Vash, but quickly tears his gaze away to stare to his side and on the floor. He can feel the blush rushing all the way up to his ears. It's a good thing Vash is in a towel, or else this could've been... really bad. Really bad. It's still bad! But it could be worse.

Clearing his throat, he gets himself up and pats the water off of his knees, "Uh... Sorry for... Sorry. Um. You can uh... continue... I'll just be over there. On the bed—er—so you can sit on a chair in front of me—yeah. Yeah. Um. Carry on."

The ever-suave undertaker backs out, clicking the door shut in front of him, then drags one of the room's chairs over to the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and groans into his palms, hoping he'll just explode within the next minute or so.

What has Vash done to him? Why is this so difficult?

#curtains up ✧〗( ic ) #he might get burned but he's in the game ✧〗mothwood ( forgivenpunishment ) #( POOR BOY ) #( concerned blond is concerned )