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Tweak says, "doctor i wasn't really trying"

Eriks (stampeded) wrote in clockwork_rp,
@ 2008-01-21 18:55:00

Entry tags:

vash::stampeded, wolfwood::nickwolfwood

Call Me When You're Drunk [ Complete ]
Who: Vash (stampeded) and Wolfwood (nickwolfwood)
What: Discussing ~~the birds and the bees~~ everything that's happened.
When: Day after the curse; ungodly early hour.
Where: 050A.
Warnings: Awkwardness. Maybe swearing, amnesia and some sap at the end.

It was for the simple reason Vash wasn't sure what to do(extremely odd, this: he used to always know a reaction to every situation. But then again, he hadn't felt like he knew how to act for a while.) that he went right to the source of his anxiety. It had only been a night - not even, more like six hours from midnight, if the clocks were correct - but his whole schedule was thrown off by it.

Ever since the power-switching, he'd gotten a better grip on his "problems," and tried to move his sleeping from during the day to night, like what was normal for a human; but just that one curse had thrown him right back in to his old habits. And there was only so long a Plant could pace and annoy his roommate before he had to do something.

So, at the unholy hour of six AM, the red-coated Stampede was whistling down the halls, a box of cafeteria prepared donuts under his arm and a bounce in his step. This was, of course, just an out reflex; he even had his glasses on, and with a smile on his face, promptly arrived at room 50 and... knocked. Loudly.

What was he doing? Getting rid of guilt, truthfully. It must've been the curse that made Wolfwood act like that, Vash reasoned to himself - and unless the 'normal' was established again, the Stampede was half suspecting he'd lose his... best friend.

Because that's all it was.

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nickwolfwood
2008-01-22 02:29 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," he said, shaking his head and grinning to himself, though he still had his back to Vash. He picked up a donut and started eating it thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. The subject of what he'd said - what they'd said - seemed like a pretty big elephant in the room to him already, despite their later conversation where he'd tried to get across that it didn't actually change anything between them. It was probably just that it had all been singing and therefore imprecise and confusing and just generally argh.

"With the curse... but it's okay."

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stampeded
2008-01-22 02:35 am UTC (link)

Vash gave one of his old laughs, hands falling together in front of him to fidget nervously, suddenly glad Wolfwood was turned away. "Singing... who'd have thought, huh?" The Stampede gave a pause, before pulling up the same courage that let him race through bullets and stopped his outward nervousness, a small smile staying on his face.

"Hey, Wolfwood - mind if I have a donut~?" Because, really, he wouldn't be him if he didn't ask.

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	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 02:39 am UTC (link)
	"It was strange," Wolfwood agreed, glancing back over his shoulder at Vash. "Yeah, go ahead. ...Hey, you didn't bring any coffee with you, did you?" Being awake during this sort of conversation would be a good thing, lest he accidentally said something Bad out of sleep-fogginess - which he would be trying desperately not to do. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

stampeded
2008-01-22 02:44 am UTC (link)

"Didn't think too, no," The gunman admitted shamelessly - he'd never really taken to coffee - before snatching up one of the very 'gift' he'd brought and practically breathing it down. At least, that was what it could've looked like.

"The cafeteria's still open though, if you think you could make it." A once-over was given to the slightly sleep-ruffled Wolfwood, making it clear what Vash really thought about the priest's chances of making it down the hall.

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	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 02:47 am UTC (link)
	"I'm not that tired," he defended himself, taking another donut as soon as he'd finished his first one because now that Vash had started eating them, the life expectancy of the box had gone rather sharply down. "But if I go when I get back there won't be any more donuts..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	stampeded 2008-01-22 02:54 am UTC (link)
	"I'm not that heartless," Vash sniffed in return, swiping two more not-so-discreetly before backing off to ward the temptation away. "See? This is it!" .. Of course, for taking three out of a box of seven, it was a bit much. Not that he'd say that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 02:57 am UTC (link)
	"If I turn my back the rest will be gone too." He raised an eyebrow, reaching into his jacket for a cigarette only to find that there weren't any there. Keeping an eye on the rest of the donuts while trying to get the closet to provide him with his nicotine fix was difficult, but he managed it, lighting up when it finally gave him a pack. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

stampeded
2008-01-22 03:02 am UTC (link)

There was a frown on Vash's face, but his only protest to the sudden blast of smokey smell was to finish off one of the donuts in his hands and again reach for another one, as though going "against" his promise was really a punishment.

"Ya'know," The Stampede started, whether or not he actually got the donut, "I think I should feel somewhat offended if you have to light up." It was joking - again, not at all serious.

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	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Wolfwood gave his hand an evil eye, but didn't reach to stop him. "What does me smoking have to do with you?" he asked, dropping the match in one of the various ashtrays lying around his room. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	stampeded 2008-01-22 03:19 am UTC (link)
	An innocent look and Vash tried to 'hide' the remaining donut behind his back, once more down to one. He shrugged nonetheless, however. "Nothing, really. But don't people say smoking's just a stress-reliever?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 03:23 am UTC (link)
	"I like the taste." He shrugged, watching Vash play with the donuts. Two and some cigarettes were enough for him - now if only there was coffee... "And the feeling." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

stampeded
2008-01-22 03:34 am UTC (link)

"Of smoke?" Again, the Stampede wrinkled his nose, the last one in his hand going down the hatch faster than Gunsmoke's colddog eating champion could do his job. "Really, what is the attraction to those? They smell bad, aren't good for you, looks like a giant tooth sticking out of your mouth if you tilt it right, a choking hazard--" He listed off his fingers, looking very much like he was the preacher in the room.

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nickwolfwood
2008-01-22 03:38 am UTC (link)

A giant tooth?

Well, Vash was Vash all right, and apparently in fine form. Maybe Wolfwood was making a big deal over nothing and the... love thing hadn't really been anything to worry over.

"They don't smell bad, they're not that bad, they taste good, I've never choked on a cigarette, and they give me something to do with my hands."

He paused. "And also it looks cool."

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stampeded
2008-01-22 03:44 am UTC (link)

Oh, right. Wolfwood probably never saw pictures of a Walrus.

Vash huffed, folding his arms and looking properly affronted. "You're giving in to peer pressure? What sort of idol are you giving kids?" He wasn't going to argue the rest of it - it was all obviously true... His point of view about the smell, anyway.

As Nick seemed to relax, so did the Stampede - it looked like he didn't have to walk on egg shells for a bit.

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	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 03:48 am UTC (link)
	"What sort of idol am I giving kids?! Who are you to talk?" It wasn't as if Vash didn't get along with kids - hell, half the time it had seemed like he'd been the one to drag Wolfwood into something involving them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	stampeded 2008-01-22 03:57 am UTC (link)
	"Hey, I don't lug around a giant rocket launcher, now do I?" Another high-and-mighty sniff was given, and a pointed glance toward the wall that had previously been destroyed. "And use it unnecessarily." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 04:03 am UTC (link)
	"That was a necessary experiment!" he said, mostly because it would have completely destroyed any sort of good mood there was if he'd brought up the angel arm Vash did carry around with him and what it blew up unnecessarily. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	stampeded 2008-01-22 04:07 am UTC (link)
	"Ask the closet for your confessional - you really need it," Vash deadpanned, staring resolutedly at Wolfwood in an entirely serious manner. "Though I don't know if there's an actually creditable priest around here." Hm. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 04:19 am UTC (link)
	Ouch, that stung, especially given... what he'd told Vash. What he'd done with Milly. What he'd thought of doing with-- "Hmmph," he said, closing his eyes and smoking, trying to pass off the genuine flash of pain as play-grumpiness. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	stampeded 2008-01-22 04:23 am UTC (link)
	Nothing was going to get past Vash on guard, though. As creepy as that probably sounded. "Hey, there's still two left," A subtle change of topic, but not a very good one - "Anything would be better than those cigerrettes." He didn't mean offensive, really. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

nickwolfwood
2008-01-22 07:54 am UTC (link)

"You can have them." But if Vash was going to be such a pain about his smoking... He turned away again, going to the window this time and opening it despite the cold, blowing a long breath of smoke outside.

Did it really make him all that bad? Everyone sinned. He knew he shouldn't take it seriously - after all, Vash was Vash and almost definitely hadn't meant anything by it.

Plus, despite loving the other man, it wasn't as if they'd...
...
He would definitely have remembered that, right?
Or Vash would have said something about it.

...Right?

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stampeded
2008-01-22 01:31 pm UTC (link)

Normally, the Stampede would just swallow his own tongue at that moment and maybe even sneak off back to-- well, somewhere. As it was, there were no other concerns that needed his attention; a bit disgruntling, really, to wake up to a loud Bridge in the morning instead of bullet holes in the wall from last night's gunfight.

So while he did hesitate to say anything when Wolfwood opened the window, the Plant didn't hold silence very long. "... Hey, Wolfwood. Are you alright?" When people got pensive around him when he wasn't trying to be serious, it generally meant something was wrong.

Or something went wrong. How drunk had the priest been again?

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nickwolfwood
2008-01-22 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Would Vash bring up something like that? He had to admit that he didn't know. Anyone else surely would.

But then, if Vash was anyone else it wouldn't be an issue, would it?

"I'm fine," he said, continuing to smoke out of the window. "You said you didn't want to deal with the smoke. Are you going to eat the donuts, or not?" He had woken up alone, after all. And if anything more had happened between them... maybe it was best that he didn't know?

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stampeded
2008-01-22 09:55 pm UTC (link)

"But they're yours," The Stampede protested diligently - even outlaws had some lines that they'd never cross. And one of those was eating another guy's food when the said guy was in the room.

Then Vash blinked, thought a bit on what Wolfwood was doing, and finally replied optimistically, laughing slightly halfway through it. "Oh! Yeah, that works, doesn't it? It's a bit weird to open a window on a breezy day and not get sand everywhere, huh?"

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	nickwolfwood 2008-01-22 10:06 pm UTC (link)
	"I had some. You always liked them better than me, anyway, right?" He sighed, pushing the rest of the vague worries about things he shouldn't be thinking about to the back of his mind. "Someone said it was going to rain soon... I wonder what it will look like here, when the snow is gone?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)