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kaisou2023-05-06 02:39 am
doubledollar) wrote in kaisou2023-05-06 02:39 am
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SeeD 4 - Pour Another One
WHO: Dante + Wolfood + Vash, maybe an appearance of Libra
WHERE: vASH'S cottage out in the woods, on his farmgarden
WHEN: Some time after Vergil's BearLog
WHAT: Dante shows up at Vash and Wolfwood's place needing to loosen the brain a bit. Three idiots get drunk.
WARNINGS: Alchohol, probably a lot of flirting. Three idiots getting drunk and having a good time, whatever that might entail. Might have some violence at the start? The three of them love guns.
[ it hasn't gotten super late yet--late enough that the single sun was setting, leaving the sky a somewhat orange-greying hue as he and at least one of his roommates sit with him next to the river out back behind the cottage. There's a bit of a rocky beachlike area next to it, and since Vash has come to live there, he had made it one of his first personal projects to dig a sort of fire pit down there. Surrounded with rocks and close enough to the water to be easily put out--he and Wolfwood are sitting together on a big, fallen log that he'd dragged over some weeks ago to sit on.
There's some roasting sticks put over a crackling fire that's going in the pit--with a half dozen gutted river fish hanging over it, as well as some silvery wrapped vegetables from the garden thrown directly onto the embers under the live flame. Dinner prep for people who don't have electricity, go.
Between them there's also a few bottles of amber-coloured liquid, and as they're cooking dinner, they've cracked into a small drink. Nothing wrong with a bit of whiskey before dinner.
They aren't exactly expecting a visitor so late, but. It's not like Vash will be opposed when Dante does show up--but for now he's focused on idle chatter with his friend. ]
Yeah, no, worms in this world are pathetic. They're like, single-bodied tubes that wiggle around in the dirt. No eyes, no wings, and they're slimy, too.
I met a real good kid in town a few days ago who taught me how to fish, so. While we can't really keep fresh meat out here, you can probably try some of this to see if it's to your taste.
[ no fish on noman's land, who knows if wolfwood would like it. ]
WHERE: vASH'S cottage out in the woods, on his farmgarden
WHEN: Some time after Vergil's BearLog
WHAT: Dante shows up at Vash and Wolfwood's place needing to loosen the brain a bit. Three idiots get drunk.
WARNINGS: Alchohol, probably a lot of flirting. Three idiots getting drunk and having a good time, whatever that might entail. Might have some violence at the start? The three of them love guns.
[ it hasn't gotten super late yet--late enough that the single sun was setting, leaving the sky a somewhat orange-greying hue as he and at least one of his roommates sit with him next to the river out back behind the cottage. There's a bit of a rocky beachlike area next to it, and since Vash has come to live there, he had made it one of his first personal projects to dig a sort of fire pit down there. Surrounded with rocks and close enough to the water to be easily put out--he and Wolfwood are sitting together on a big, fallen log that he'd dragged over some weeks ago to sit on.
There's some roasting sticks put over a crackling fire that's going in the pit--with a half dozen gutted river fish hanging over it, as well as some silvery wrapped vegetables from the garden thrown directly onto the embers under the live flame. Dinner prep for people who don't have electricity, go.
Between them there's also a few bottles of amber-coloured liquid, and as they're cooking dinner, they've cracked into a small drink. Nothing wrong with a bit of whiskey before dinner.
They aren't exactly expecting a visitor so late, but. It's not like Vash will be opposed when Dante does show up--but for now he's focused on idle chatter with his friend. ]
Yeah, no, worms in this world are pathetic. They're like, single-bodied tubes that wiggle around in the dirt. No eyes, no wings, and they're slimy, too.
I met a real good kid in town a few days ago who taught me how to fish, so. While we can't really keep fresh meat out here, you can probably try some of this to see if it's to your taste.
[ no fish on noman's land, who knows if wolfwood would like it. ]
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he gives Vash the most bombastic side-eye he can manage from Dante's neck. ]
Gonna piss on your shoes when I fall out of bed tonight. [ he'll show you housetrained, boot boy.
he's quiet for a long moment, eyes lidded as he stares into the fire where he belongs, letting the physicality soak into his bones, the whiskey humming in his ears and the warmth against his skin not... terrible. Vash and Dante ruin it by talking, and Wolfwood's cat ears flick back again in a surly motion when Dante gives him a Look and Wolfwood's skin crawls under such earnest, honest affection. he doesn't know what to do with it, so he goes with ol' reliable. ]
Gonna headbutt you in the jaw if you don't shuddup. [ all the same, he doesn't try to fight his way out of Dante's grip again, arms comfortably tucked on--his chest? Dante's? who knows at this point he's just sort of curled up.
where the Wolfwood Vash knew was a drinker with about ten years into his vices, Wolfwood as he is now... hadn't really had time for it, given how quickly he'd been put to work on a short leash. he's still pretty floaty at this point in the evening, though he tunes back in when Vash starts talking accommodations for the night. ]
I call not bein' on the bottom of the pile. I like breathing.
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he laughs again, the sounds still unbearably bright and warm and fond. ]
You've got your work cut out for you, Vash.
[ oh, dante all but preens at the compliment and the suggestion that he should come by more often, leaning into the touch as vash's fingers begin to card through his hair. it's almost terrible how easily he could fall asleep right here with the way vash cards his fingers through his hair, all but melting into the touch. he remembers, vaguely, one night years ago when he had been drinking with lady and she smacked him upside the head with a revelation he had no way to prepare for. you're touch starved, she had told him almost exasperated, you carve touch so much but you never let anyone close enough. he almost laughs, thinking about it now, about how she would react if she could see him right now. he misses her, misses trish.
he's snapped from those thoughts by wolfwood's grumble, eyes lazily opening to give the man an almost taunting grin. ] Nah, think I'll keep talking. Like watching you get all flustered, it's adorable. [ he's asking to be headbutted or punched or even choked out. he should reign himself back in but the whiskey has made him loose and the touch in his hair has only served to loosen him up further. ]
Think I'll stay here, [ he hums, fingers slowly traveling back down vash's side. ] No one's sleeping outside and hell, I'll be on bottom if you're that worried, Nick. Neither of you are that heavy.
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its probably the demon blood, right
definitely the demon blood. ]
'ssfine. I got time to figure it out. So long as I can stay in this world.
[ because that's the question of it, isn't it? as he drags his fingers through dante's hair thoughtfully, the thoughts eventually drift out into the idea that all this was somehow temporary. that one day he'd get dragged back home into the nightmare that was no-man's land, that he'd go back to being friendless and hated. and according to waver, that he'd forget the time he's spent with dante, and this strange wolfwood from another time, another place.
missing home was probably something others had to deal with, just like how dante missed his friends, and likely his family. but for him--and likely for the undertaker currently sitting astride the demon between them, this place was paradise. ]
Grown men can't be adorable. [ pause, no wait, they can. ] Okay, that's wrong, they can be, but. That's definitely not me. I'm cool, not cute. The Humanoid Typhoon, I'm ... you know.
Dangerously Cool.
[ yeah the whiskey's definitely settled into his blood and he's talking nonsense, now. Giving a little chuckle as fingers drift down his ribs. ] Nick is a blanket stealer, gotta' warn you.
[ and he almost admits that he's ticklish, but he swallows that one down, nope. no. angel feathers almost fully pulled in, leaving just a few scale-like shapes along his cheeks and shoulders.]
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You whined because Fritter ate your last bite of jam toast this morning. If you were any further from cool, Spikes, you'd be back on Noman's Land. [ someone in this group has to keep Vash humble, damn it, and Wolfwood carries that load like he carries his cross. he's not thinking about going home, about what life looks like outside of this; he's always wherever he is, right then, right there, clawing every moment in towards himself. the orphanage is in suspended animation, safe. Knives is someone else's problem and it can stay that way.
he rubs his eyes with a hand and frowns Loudly when Vash and Dante both question his bed manners. ]
Yooou. Said you didn't care if someone took the blanket, so you need to learn to fuckin' live with that, Vash the Stumpede, and I am not less of a man for not wantin' to be under you [ he says, finger on Dante's chest as he lists forward, as if he needs them to hear what he's saying in his less-than-inside voice ] because you are huge. If you were born on Noman's Land, your parents would'a named you Slab Hardbody an' when you grew up to cause problems 'cause you look like problems, your wanted posters would read Slab Hardbody the Crimsonshroud and people would steal'em because you have a nice face.
[ if Dante does not continue to hold Wolfwood, he is going to fall over. what direction, only God can say, but he's not up under his own power anymore, weighed down as he is by the weight of his words, brow furrowed in contemplative thought. ]
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Dangerously cool, sure you are Vash. [ the doubt is thick in his voice, mixed with the unbearable amount of fondness dante finds himself unable to push aside. maybe it's why he isn't thinking about going home himself because he left everything in the right hands. between the girls and nero, he knows everything will be fine. nero himself is proof of that, proof that everything turns out fine.
wolfwood all but jabs him as he lists forward, bristling like an angry cat. it's cute, really, and dante can't help the way his mouth twists into a fond smile as he tilts his head slightly toward wolfwood. ]
Never said you would be, Nick. [ just for the record. ] Hang on there, Vash you heard that right? If I didn't know any better I'd say I just heard you say you like my face, Wolfwood! [ that fond smile shifts into a wide, shit-eating grin, blue eyes practically sparkling as he looks from wolfwood to vash and back again. ] Vash, you gotta tell me I didn't just hear that. He definitely said I have a nice face, right?
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he recovers quickly enough, though. if only because Wolfwood is bringing up the blanket that he definitely isnt at all bitter that wolfwood steals on him all the time constantly, especially on cold nights and if his arm werent busy holding onto dante as if he's afraid to fall off their log seat? he'd definitely be reaching it up to tug on one of wolfwood's ears. right now. ]
It gets cold, yanno! [ there are two blankets and you steal BOTH.
but whatever. whatever, he isn't gonna push it because there are better things to think about. Like how wolfwood just called Dante Slab McHardbody and--yes. Yes, he absolutely heard what the man said, and it was most definitely no light suggestion that he liked Dante's face. ]
He said it. I heard it.
You don't get many wanted posters back home that have people with notably good looking faces on them, so the fact that he pointed out that you'd have one? He definitely meant it, too.
[ time to grin wide. ]
And I mean, he ain't wrong, either.
Even my wanted poster looks dumb. You'd definitely make a better one.
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but alas. Wolfwood will still be feeling it in the morning, and right now he's way too toasted to get deeply offended by how he is being ganged up on. he pokes Dante's chest again and then reaches up to grab his stupid, nice face. ]
Look, look. Jus' because I don't have any friends an' was too busy punishin' people to go any farther than that or whatever doesn't mean I don't have eyes. Look at your face--Vash, look at his face--it's all. Symmetrical. You've got most of your teeth, no weird lumps, at least one eye--you're doing great in the face department. I'm fucked up, not blind.
Lucky asshole. Stupid nice face.
[ and then he headbutts Dante again, right in the chin, eyes not quite focusing on anything in particular as he slumps on the bigger man, holding onto his shirt with both hands like he'd be taken to the fire if he weren't anchoring himself down. his cat ears sure are doing some kind of semaphore, maybe tapping in to some primeval cat SOS because he's deep in it and not comin' out anytime soon, chief. ]
Spikey's wanted poster gives him sharp teeth an' makes him look real stupid, even though he keeps tryna tell people about how nice his face is. It's pretty funny.
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You've got friends, Nick. [ as much as part of him wants to rib into wolfwood some more, his tone turns soft, fond. ] I'm your friend, so is Vash. You're stuck with us, I'm afraid. [ he headbutts dante again and all he can do is laugh, the hand around wolfwood's waist moving to the small of his back. ] You've got a pretty nice face yourself, you know? No weird bumps, some really nice eyes, all your teeth as far as I can tell. [ his hand moves almost lazily up wolfwood's spine, then back down again, head tilting towards vash. ]
It's a shame his wanted poster makes him look stupid. Vash is got a really nice face too. [ did you think you escaped, vash? ] No weird bumps there, gorgeous pair of blue eyes, and a smile that could charm the pants off an angel.
[ dante hums thoughtfully, continuing the lazy drift of his hand up and down wolfwood's spine. ]
Don't go selling yourselves short. You're both really good-looking.
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[ he instantly wanted to be in the guy's good books and now look at him. essentially huddled up like a bunch of lazy cats next to a slowly-dwindling fire at ... god what time was it?he doesn't know what time it is. he's giggling again as Dante reflects every compliment back into wolfwood's face.
Maybe not... half as embarrassed the next time Dante circles back to him. Few feathers left sticking out of him, save for a few small ones flickering against his shoulders, maybe to keep him warm. his sweater's still stolen, after all. ]
I got plenty'a weird bumps, you just can't see them good in the low light. [ well maybe he can but he doesnt know how demon eyes work!!! ] Buuuuuut. I'd never sell myself short. I got a job in this city 'cause I'm a looker, yanno.
I know I clean up good. [ it's... just when the shirt comes off he gets awkward. he's gonna fingergun with one hand---and make the motion with the other. forgetting again that its missing. click bang. gonna wink at dante. ]
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Well yeah. Just... look at him. You two are tryna do the same thing, and yet he manages to look rad while you look like a big goofball.
[ he gives a little mumble, eyes lidded as Dante is... far too nice, getting in his feelings while Vash gets all flirty and fun, eyes closing as he sort of hides in the crook of the Dante's neck. ] Don't be my friends. It doesn't go well.
[ the Punisher likes to kill friends best of all.
fuck you, Zazie. fucking worm. fucking collection of worms. three thousand worms in a trenchcoat. ]
Sometimes all you need is a nice face, and a minimum of bumps. You can get away with like, one, two bumps if your face is nice enough, though. It's not fair.
[ and now he's off to the next thought, still pillowed on Dante. ]
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[ that alone really did endear vash to dante a considerable amount. it helped that the guy was just incredibly easy to be around and they resonated on a fair amount of things, he made it easier to relax given everything he had been through that day. the more he got to know about vash the more he started to like him the more dante's walls began to crumble around him - around them both. ]
I'm sure he can be cool sometimes, but honestly, I like it when he looks like a goofball. It's cute.
[ wolfwood hides his face in the crook of dante's neck and the half-demon shifts just enough to give him more space to hide, to bury away in the warmth that all but radiates from his skin. ]
Too late, Nick. [ there is something unbelievably soft in his tone, in the way his expression goes from shitty grins to contentment. ] I'm your friend now and there is nothing you can say or do to change that. You're stuck.
[ with that he moves on, following both wolfwood's and vash's thoughts with an amused chuckle. ]
Vash, scars don't count as weird bumps so shut up. [ this is a hill he will die on, do not try to fight him. ] And Nick? Bud, you're talking like you couldn't get away with a shit load of things with a face like yours.