[ The fry stealing. He juts out his lower lip in a half pout, but then decides to reach out and take a huge sip from Wolfwood's drink via straw. He puts it back down before Wolfwood can even react, like some kind of McDonalds ninja. He looks awfully pleased with himself as he opens up another pack of nuggets and shoves one into his mouth immediately.
He's still smiling at Wolfwood as he chews, the expression mostly in the crinkling of his eyes. When he swallows, he looks like he's considering the question. ]
Yours. I don't want to go home after all. [ He likes it better there; when Wolfwood permits it, he much rather prefers waking up tangled in sheets that smell like his best friend. It's somehow better than his own lonely little apartment. ]
[ or he can just steal wolfwood's drink; that's fine. wolfwood's first secret (that's admittedly not so much a secret) is that vash can literally get away with anything when it comes to him. he'd hate it if he hadn't already resigned himself to the fact since the beginning.
his second secret is that he likes having vash over. but it's not like he's going to just say it. ]
Fine, but I better not find you eating all my cereal in the morning.
[ He blinks at Wolfwood like the concept of arresting him hadn't even crossed his mind, but it certainly sounds like a legitimate possibility. He COULD arrest Wolfwood, it makes drunken logic. ]
If you keep eating my fries I might. [ But to make a point he stands up in his little seat in the booth and leans over the table, one hand planted palm down to support himself, and then he just. Bites off half of the french fry hanging from Wolfwood's mouth. He retreats, climbing back over into his seat with what is quite possibly the most smug someone can look while chewing and swallowing a french fry. ]
'm not gonna touch your weird grandpa cereal. [ He gestures at the bounty in front of him like that's going to tide his stomach and frankly terrifying appetite over by the morning. It won't. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
i see nothing
[ The fry stealing. He juts out his lower lip in a half pout, but then decides to reach out and take a huge sip from Wolfwood's drink via straw. He puts it back down before Wolfwood can even react, like some kind of McDonalds ninja. He looks awfully pleased with himself as he opens up another pack of nuggets and shoves one into his mouth immediately.
He's still smiling at Wolfwood as he chews, the expression mostly in the crinkling of his eyes. When he swallows, he looks like he's considering the question. ]
Yours. I don't want to go home after all. [ He likes it better there; when Wolfwood permits it, he much rather prefers waking up tangled in sheets that smell like his best friend. It's somehow better than his own lonely little apartment. ]
no subject
You gonna arrest me?
[ or he can just steal wolfwood's drink; that's fine. wolfwood's first secret (that's admittedly not so much a secret) is that vash can literally get away with anything when it comes to him. he'd hate it if he hadn't already resigned himself to the fact since the beginning.
his second secret is that he likes having vash over. but it's not like he's going to just say it. ]
Fine, but I better not find you eating all my cereal in the morning.
no subject
If you keep eating my fries I might. [ But to make a point he stands up in his little seat in the booth and leans over the table, one hand planted palm down to support himself, and then he just. Bites off half of the french fry hanging from Wolfwood's mouth. He retreats, climbing back over into his seat with what is quite possibly the most smug someone can look while chewing and swallowing a french fry. ]
'm not gonna touch your weird grandpa cereal. [ He gestures at the bounty in front of him like that's going to tide his stomach and frankly terrifying appetite over by the morning. It won't. ]
I'll be nice and leave you some milk, though.