[ Maybe it's a little petty, changing up something that's become routine. But Vash is allowed to be a little petty. He's not giving Wolfwood the silent treatment after their laundry exchange but he HAS stopped climbing into bed in the middle of the night.
The fact that the sheets wound up with splatters of bleached-out white has nothing to do with it, either. He did apologize for that. Otherwise, The sheets were clean and soft and smelled nice. But Vash is nothing if not disaster-prone, so the bleach was an accidental addition at the end.
It's dark outside and Vash walks into his bedroom from the attached bathroom still towel-drying his hair as he sits on the edge of his bed, where he plans on staying for the night. A yawn escapes his mouth but it's abruptly cut off when he thinks he hears something outside of his bedroom door. ]
( as if he doesn't know vash is trying to be petty. what a little shit. wolfwood lets him pitch his little fit to get over it and return to normal. but it stretches beyond just a day or two, and now wolfwood is getting really annoyed. he was feeling a little determined to just let it run its course, but this is affecting his sleep now because he's grown used to having another warm body beside him that it's starting not to feel right without.
so, after dinner, after a shower, he leaves his room and goes down to vash's to square up. he doesn't bother knocking on the door and just kicks it open like he is so prone to doing when vash annoys him beyond the point of logical thinking. )
[ The door winds up swinging open so hard it hits the wall it's hung on with a loud thud.
It startles Vash into sitting up ramrod straight, the hands and his towel rubbing through damp hair freezing as he turns a startled glance in Wolfwood's direction. Honestly, his reflexes are a little slow, considering he's all too used to having to run at a moment's notice.
His expression upon seeing Wolfwood softens, then twists into an exaggeratedly annoyed pout, his lower lip jutting out as he lets his towel fall around his bare, scarred shoulders. ]
( don't think he doesn't see the way vash's expression shifts like that. because he does. that tells him all he needs to know about this stupidass standoff they've been having. why is vash such a giant pain sometimes?
all the time?
wolfwood shifts his gaze to the door — it's still connected, thank you very much — and he sniffs, almost as if he's put out. which he kind of is. )
I'm talking about your shitty attitude, not the door. ( a beat ) Which isn't broken, by the way.
[ Vash rolls his eyes, hard enough that his head rolls with the expression, his hands coming to rest curled over the edge of his bed as he leans forward. He peers over at Wolfwood from behind his damp hair ]
My attitude isn't shitty. I don't know what you're talking about.
[ He's being SO shitty. He knows he's being shitty and he might feel a little guilty about it except Wolfwood hasn't said anything to make him feel like he should apologize so!! Maybe they're both being shitty. Petty. Peshitty. ]
( wolfwood is frowning so hard at vash that his lips are cutting deep grooves into his face. he's not old enough to worry about wrinkles, but that day soon come. and vash is going to give them to him, all of them. )
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
( he stalks over closer to him that they're nearly touching; if wolfwood bent his knee even slightly he'd bump into vash. he doesn't, but he does snatch the towel off and toss it somewhere to the side, he doesn't really care where it lands. )
This is bullshit. Either talk about it or knock it off.
[ Unluckily for Wolfwood, Vash is pretty good at being petty when he really, really wants to. The subsequent toss of his towel is annoying, both because why, also because now he's cold. He looks up at Wolfwood and Wolfwood's sour, stark expression on his face and he shifts his own expression into something similar, also frowning. ]
I don't want to talk about it. You're really THAT bothered I'm sleeping in here?
[ He folds his arms across his chest, kicking out one of his bare feet to knock against Wolfwood's leg. It's not so much meant to HURT, as it is meant to indicate that hey, personal space. ]
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Laundry Bickering Because They're Adults
The fact that the sheets wound up with splatters of bleached-out white has nothing to do with it, either. He did apologize for that. Otherwise, The sheets were clean and soft and smelled nice. But Vash is nothing if not disaster-prone, so the bleach was an accidental addition at the end.
It's dark outside and Vash walks into his bedroom from the attached bathroom still towel-drying his hair as he sits on the edge of his bed, where he plans on staying for the night. A yawn escapes his mouth but it's abruptly cut off when he thinks he hears something outside of his bedroom door. ]
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so, after dinner, after a shower, he leaves his room and goes down to vash's to square up. he doesn't bother knocking on the door and just kicks it open like he is so prone to doing when vash annoys him beyond the point of logical thinking. )
How long are you gonna be a shit about this?
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It startles Vash into sitting up ramrod straight, the hands and his towel rubbing through damp hair freezing as he turns a startled glance in Wolfwood's direction. Honestly, his reflexes are a little slow, considering he's all too used to having to run at a moment's notice.
His expression upon seeing Wolfwood softens, then twists into an exaggeratedly annoyed pout, his lower lip jutting out as he lets his towel fall around his bare, scarred shoulders. ]
About you breaking the door?
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all the time?
wolfwood shifts his gaze to the door — it's still connected, thank you very much — and he sniffs, almost as if he's put out. which he kind of is. )
I'm talking about your shitty attitude, not the door. ( a beat ) Which isn't broken, by the way.
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My attitude isn't shitty. I don't know what you're talking about.
[ He's being SO shitty. He knows he's being shitty and he might feel a little guilty about it except Wolfwood hasn't said anything to make him feel like he should apologize so!! Maybe they're both being shitty. Petty. Peshitty. ]
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You know exactly what I'm talking about.
( he stalks over closer to him that they're nearly touching; if wolfwood bent his knee even slightly he'd bump into vash. he doesn't, but he does snatch the towel off and toss it somewhere to the side, he doesn't really care where it lands. )
This is bullshit. Either talk about it or knock it off.
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I don't want to talk about it. You're really THAT bothered I'm sleeping in here?
[ He folds his arms across his chest, kicking out one of his bare feet to knock against Wolfwood's leg. It's not so much meant to HURT, as it is meant to indicate that hey, personal space. ]