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[lupusxylem]

I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

Comments

[oleaeuropaea]

That's me... [There'sa melancholy note to his voice when he says it, though. Much as he doesn't mind moving, not when it keeps people safe, he wouldn't mind having a place to call home for some time. He's spent decades roaming the sands. Having a roof over his head for a longer period of time almost sounded nice.]

You're not wrong, though. I'm more suited to surviving out there than most folks. [It's another elephant in the room that they haven't yet touched on. They both know that they know, but he hasn't been able to bring himself to expand on it further.

It starts dipping into territory that he isn't sure he's ready to explain, after all.]

Still, I'm not the one walking through the sands with no socks and gettin' hit by cars, you know.

[lupusxylem]

[The good news is, Wolfwood isn't going to pry into that just yet, as much as he would like to know more. Both because he doubts Vash is willing to talk, and also because it's not like he'd be getting any sensitive information that Knives doesn't already know, the two being siblings and all. Wolfwood's job isn't to go ferrying information back to him anyway, just Vash...but he'd get that too if it was a concern.

Wolfwood scrapes the last bits of rice off the bottom of his bowl, having basically cleaned it at this point. Hard to say whether it's a testament to Vash's cooking, or to just how hungry he'd been. Then his head snaps up, his gaze narrowing.]

Oi. You guys ran into the one obstacle in the entire desert, I don't think that's my fault. And what's wrong with that, hah? YOU try getting sand in your socks and then having to deal with that for ten miles.

[oleaeuropaea]

You want some more? [He nods to the empty bowl.] I served it all up but I"m sure I could rustle something new together if you're still hungry.

[Regardless of it being his own cooking, he's relieved to see that Wolfwood has eaten his fill. And he's more than happy to make sure he gets more, if need be. It's nice to have hte resources to be able to dote on people.]

And having gross, sweaty feet sliding around in your shoes is better? I don't think so! [He shakes his head, mock exasperation plain on his face.] Just get long socks and boots. Then you don't have a problem.

[And just to emphasize this, he knocks his own boots together.]

They work great here, too! Though I guess they could be a bit taller.

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood shakes his head a little, leaning forward to place the bowl down on the table between them.]

Nah, that's enough. Probably shouldn't overdo it.

[Even if he's still got the residual munchies, he doesn't trust that the weed is completely out of his system yet, so. It's more than he would have eaten if Vash didn't make him anything, which is nothing.

Anyway back to arguing about his shoes, exCUSE you]

Long socks? In 100 degree weather? You're insane.

[No, Vash is the correct, Wolfwood is the wrong one here. He is gross, his lack of socks is GROSS.]

I guess it makes more sense for the ice. More than the sand, anyway.

[Who hurt you why are you so stuck on this-]

[oleaeuropaea]

Say what you will, Nick - [He crosses his arms over his chest defiantly. Every bit of his expression says that he's deathly serious. He will die on this hill, Wolfwood, this is what you're encouraging.] I'm not the one whose feet you can smell from 15 feet away.

[This isn't true, probably. But he will insist on it all the same.]

I'm surprised you haven't lost any toes since you got here. But at least you learned to cover the rest of yourself up.

[A nod toward his chest, albeit one that comes with some hesitation. Maybe he does miss the view when they're outside.]

[lupusxylem]

Tch. This is the first time I'm hearing of it.

[Maybe during his time here, Wolfwood will get some real shoes. The cold, and the snow getting into them and making them soaking wet, may eventually force him. FOR NOW THOUGH...

What Vash says next causes his brows to make a bid for his hairline. Now that he's fed and more content than he was before, he props his ankles up on the table again, maybe deliberately since Vash keeps ragging on his feet. He'll go so far as to fold his arms behind his head, too.]

Oh yeah? I didn't realize my bare chest bothered you that much.

[oleaeuropaea]

That's because everyone else is too nice. [Not at all true. There's no way Meryl wouldn't have mentioned his rancid feet if that weren't the case. Here might be a little different, but he's pretty sure at least Gnosis would have pitched a fit. Or Irene.

In any case he has more important things to have a panic over. He reels away at the question, and in his haste to look down and away from Wolfwood, lands square on said chest. Kill him. Kill him and smite him.]

Oh man, look at the time! I better start cleaning up!

[He grabs his own bowl, and then attempts to snatch at Wolfwood's before trying to scramble off.]

[lupusxylem]

[>Wolfwood noticed that

It's probably more likely just a reflex that causes Vash to look right square at his chest. An association thing, or something. Still though. That doesn't mean Wolfwood doesn't smirk when he sees it, like it's the funniest shit he's ever seen.

What? Vash? Hello??]

What's your hurry? [He raises his voice, calling as Vash tries to leave.] We're having a good conversation here.

[oleaeuropaea]

[There is no response from Vash. What there is, however, is the sound of dishes clattering into the sink. There may even be some ceramic breaking. Sorry, everyone, there's one less bowl available at the Inn now. He'll collect some bones and pay for another one later, probably.

The point is, Vash definitely stays in there longer than is necessary. The water stops running after a few minutes, but he doesn't emerge. Is he gripping the counter and having a little speck of gay panic? Survey says yes.

Eventually, though, he trudges back out. His hands are in his pockets, and he's actually... whistling? He's taken the image of "casual cool guy" and turned it up to a thousand.]

[lupusxylem]

[Aaaand there he goes. Struck some kind of nerve, perhaps? Hm.

But Vash rarely, if ever, gets pissed off. He's seen him pissed off for sure, but he's pretty sure that wasn't anger at all either way. More than anything, he seemed suddenly uncomfortable as he made his escape into the kitchen. Nevertheless, Wolfwood...actually waits for Vash to come back. If this were a couple of hours ago, he would have bailed before he returned.

But no, he's still here. He's still got his feet propped on the table like an asshole. He once more raises a brow as he comes tromping back in, looking maybe a little less panicked.]

You good?

[oleaeuropaea]

Good? Me? [There's a very nervous, very fluttery laugh. It isn't helped by the fact that he once again glances toward Wolfwood's chest. Not intentional or anything, it just keeps happening.] I'm great! Why wouldn't I be. In fact I'm so great and energized, maybe I'll go for a run! I'm sure you still need rest so don't worry about me -

[He is absolutely beelining toward the front door. The snow will save him from his gay panic, surely.]

[lupusxylem]

A run. In the middle of the night?

[Vash you're not being very convincing rn just saying.]

[oleaeuropaea]

Uhhh, yep! Totally! Perfect time for it, don't you think? Nice and crisp?

[He is deflating by the minute!]

[lupusxylem]

[VASH...honey.

Wolfwood tilts his head to one side, his cheek resting against his shoulder. He looks amused, if his wry expression is anything to go by, mostly because Vash is tweaking out solely because he breathed the words "bare chest" in his direction.

It's nice to feel anything close to a positive emotion, after the day he's had. He will choose violence, thank you.]

Nice and crisp. Sure.

[He leans his head back towards the ceiling, closing his eyes.]

Perfect if you need to cool off.

[oleaeuropaea]

Uh huh. Yep. Exactly.

[And Vash absolutely needs to cool off. To the point if he's not stopped on his beeline to the door, he's going to stick his head in a snowbank and never come out again.

Oops.]