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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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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.