[ Vash's one arm drops away from Wolfwood's wrist to more or less mirror the touch he's getting around his back. He presses the palm flat against the space between Wolfwood's shoulder blades, fingers drawing into a loose fist and then fanning back out in a gesture that's almost meant to be soothing? Soothing to who is the question.
Maybe it's a little weird, but the moment that Wolfwood's forehead bonks against his shoulder, Vash huffs out a laugh. It's a quiet, delicate thing, mostly air and not a lot of bark at all. He might have even had something smart to say about it, but Wolfwood beats him to the punch. ]
Yeah. I'll try, Wolfwood. [ He turns his head in toward the weird way they're hugging, unintentionally but on purpose nosing against the shell of Wolfwood's ear, through dark, shaggy hair. It's weird how something as simple as an embrace from someone familiar has done so much to spread a mending balm over the cracks and bruises on the surface of his heart. ]
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Date: 2023-11-09 03:12 am (UTC)Maybe it's a little weird, but the moment that Wolfwood's forehead bonks against his shoulder, Vash huffs out a laugh. It's a quiet, delicate thing, mostly air and not a lot of bark at all. He might have even had something smart to say about it, but Wolfwood beats him to the punch. ]
Yeah. I'll try, Wolfwood. [ He turns his head in toward the weird way they're hugging, unintentionally but on purpose nosing against the shell of Wolfwood's ear, through dark, shaggy hair. It's weird how something as simple as an embrace from someone familiar has done so much to spread a mending balm over the cracks and bruises on the surface of his heart. ]