not that it's not already, but the less they think about things, the easier this is. wolfwood is pretending everything is fine and normal and not a big deal. there's no reason for vash to freak out like he is. this is fine. it's
all
fine.
but, to save vash from tripping over the tub and crashing to the floor in a heap of limbs, wolfwood secures the towel around his waist before he leans down to collect the clothes he kicked off on the way in. though this bath was more or less an accident for them to enjoy together, wolfwood kind of feels like he wouldn't mind if it happened again. but, he knows he'll have to barge in again and not ask vash about it. )
Out? [He's busy ruffling a tower through damp hair, which, when he stops, has it standing more on end than it normally would, pieces of hair falling into his face at odd angles.
If he looks wolfwood over, it's quick and furtive, his gaze falling to his feet and the tile floor again. Wait.]
Oh. Haha, right! Because of the groceries... We can get more after if you want. But we should probably avoid the route you took.
[He says this as he very elegantly toes around where Wolfwood is standing and then ducks out of the bathroom and hopefully out of swatting reach.]
( when vash moves the towel and his hair is sticking out all akimbo, wolfwood just stares at it for a moment, another. then he exhales, ready to read vash the riot act for not remembering what they just talked about like twenty minutes ago, or however long they were in the bath. but, vash remembers all his own and wolfwood just shakes his head.
dummy.
he waits until vash leaves the bathroom and follows down the hall a bit until he gets to his room. he walks in, hand lifted to wave over his shoulder as he tosses his clothes to the side to a gathering pile there — he should do some laundry soon. )
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not that it's not already, but the less they think about things, the easier this is. wolfwood is pretending everything is fine and normal and not a big deal. there's no reason for vash to freak out like he is. this is fine. it's
all
fine.
but, to save vash from tripping over the tub and crashing to the floor in a heap of limbs, wolfwood secures the towel around his waist before he leans down to collect the clothes he kicked off on the way in. though this bath was more or less an accident for them to enjoy together, wolfwood kind of feels like he wouldn't mind if it happened again. but, he knows he'll have to barge in again and not ask vash about it. )
Once we're dressed, we'll head out.
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If he looks wolfwood over, it's quick and furtive, his gaze falling to his feet and the tile floor again. Wait.]
Oh. Haha, right! Because of the groceries... We can get more after if you want. But we should probably avoid the route you took.
[He says this as he very elegantly toes around where Wolfwood is standing and then ducks out of the bathroom and hopefully out of swatting reach.]
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dummy.
he waits until vash leaves the bathroom and follows down the hall a bit until he gets to his room. he walks in, hand lifted to wave over his shoulder as he tosses his clothes to the side to a gathering pile there — he should do some laundry soon. )
Yeah, yeah, smartass. Ten minutes.
( and he'll leave with or without him, too. )