[Leaning up into the attention, Vanitas snorts softly, knowing how... lax Vincent can be. Rustling up something is probably more effort than he wants to go through, so the fact he's willing to bother says quite a bit.]
I'm sure you can.
[Almost purring at the attention, his tail swishes idly in contentment, and once left to his own devices, he finishes removing his vest, shirt, and gloves, leaving only his bottom attire to deal with.]
Hmm... Maybe help with my shoes, if you're so inclined? Or simply take a break yourself; you've been going longer than you usually do. [The fingers in his hair are definitely proving distracting, leaving him craning his head to savor the feel of Vincent toying with him.]
[ Whilst listening, Vincent brings the ends of those strands to play over his lips. Ah, Vanitas and his lack of self worth, always providing an alternative to the assistance he needs… With a chuckle, the blond leaves a kiss on the younger’s cheek, as he shifts to kneel before him. ]
I will rest soon enough, don’t you worry.
[ Easily undoing the lower fastenings to the other’s spats, he’ll access the laces of his boots to loosen them, before sliding the shoes and garments free to set aside more kindly than he might bother with his own articles.
Offering his hands with an inviting little grin, if Vanitas should accept them, he will pull the other man onto his feet, so that he can assist with stepping out of his trousers.
On his way to stand, Vincent’s hands sweep along the back of his partner’s thighs, to pull that petite body in close, encouraged to straddle his hips. This time, the blond hefts him into his arms with a breathy grunt, the fatigue certainly settling in - but still, he carries on toward the washroom. ]
Mn, someone could certainly use the bath… [ He teasingly croons whilst nuzzling into the other man’s neck, teeth grazing its skin. ]
[Perhaps the worst part is that half the time Vanitas doesn't even realize what he's doing, downplaying his own needs. The kiss however brings slight color to where it's delivered, as he watches Vincent get down in front.]
Just see to it that you do... Last thing I want is to incur your brother's wrath should you collapse.
[He chuckles slightly, only half joking. While he doesn't think Gilbert would get too irate, he knows it'd upset the man. That said, though, he accepts those hands when offered, carefully stepping out of the rest of his clothes.
In light of how their earlier conversation went - long and tedious and almost futile - he finds the roaming hands something of a surprise, although perhaps he shouldn't. Doing as silently asked, he's hefted up with a faint startled noise, though he immediately clings to Vincent's neck with both arms to help support his own weight while they make their way to the bathroom.]
Tch... Are you saying I stink? [His nose scrunches up in disdain, though he has to try discreetly stealing a whiff of himself, providing the perfect opportunity for those teeth to sink into his neck, earning a moan of pleasure.]
[ With an affirmative sound, the points of Vincent’s teeth apply only enough pressure to indent and tug at the younger man’s flesh. Smelly though he may be, it apparently isn’t enough of a deterrent to keep him away.
Steadying a knee at the tub’s edge, one hand slides to Vanitas’ hip, instead, encouraging him to step down into the bath. Once steady on both feet, he will ensure that the other is seated safely. ]
Gil hasn’t given you any trouble about all that, has he?
[At that he can't help letting out a groan, both because of the acknowledgement of his stench and the teasing at his neck. It's at least somewhat comforting to know he isn't so appalling as to be off-putting.
Thankfully it's a problem that should be easily rectified. Being lowered into the tub comes with a faint sigh of relief, for it's deliciously warm and the water itself feels soothing and nice.]
Good. I imagine he has been too distracted to realize anything has been amiss, truthfully. I certainly haven’t told him.
[ Chuckling, he pets between Vanitas’ ears and down the back of his head. At least Vincent has only just teased him about it now, rather than having let him sit with that realization during the voyage home. ]
Right, then. Need anything else, before I go to the kitchen?
Heh, thank goodness for the business needing plenty of work to keep him distracted.
[Craning his head upwards into the touch, he purrs softly, not realizing he lucked out in only being told of his stench at the last moment. He would've been quite indignant about that news.]
No, I think that should suffice. I'll get scrubbed up and meet you there.
Indeed. [ Leaning down, he’ll press a kiss atop Vanitas’ inclined forehead, lashes low and smile soft. ] No need. Rest, and I’ll bring it to you.
[ At that, he will take his leave, before he can hear too much fuss.
Vincent isn’t especially good at preparing food, not in the slightest - but from their selection of cafe goods, he figures that some sliced sandwich meats, roasted nuts, a couple of (unevenly sliced) veggies with some dressing, and a variety of cheeses will do just fine for the time being.
If Vanitas is patient, he will bring the heaping selection back to him. ]
[Ears perking up at the kiss, he hums quietly with a slight shrug of defeat. It's probably for the best he doesn't get the chance to protest further, given how worn out they both are.
While Vincent busies himself in the kitchen, Vanitas sets about scrubbing himself thoroughly, making sure to get behind his ears as well after having received a scolding for not doing so previously. He lathers up his hair and even his tail, ensuring that every inch of his is clean thoroughly so that all traces of dirt are gone by the time his lover returns.
Though his eyes widen at the rather impressive offerings presented to him. He'd been banking on a simple sandwich or such, nothing quite so elaborate.]
Much better. You didn't have to go to all that trouble... [Still, despite saying as much, he eagerly dives in, starting with a smattering everything, ravenous as he is. Even in the water, his tail swishes with relief at finally having something in his stomach.] Feel free to have some, too.
[ Despite how elaborate it may seem, aside from poorly slicing the vegetables, it is much less effort than piecing it all into an actual meal of some sort, even if just a sandwich. Perhaps more friendly to pick at while enjoying a bath, however.
Seating himself up against a wall beside the tub, he holds the plate for Vanitas to take from at Will. Vincent isn’t very surprised that he helps himself to the food right away, but he can’t help but exhale with some amusement. ]
No trouble at all. [ Taking a piece of cheese for himself, he watches his partner with some fondness. ] Three days out, I’m quite sure you could manage to polish this off.
[Thankfully it's more than enough to satisfy someone whose stomach has been empty for days on end, no matter how much effort went into the preparation. It's certainly more suitable for snacking in the bath than a proper meal, anyways, so there's no complaints to be had from Vanitas.
Trying to maintain some semblance of manners, he stubbornly sticks to using one hand only to feed himself, despite wanting to gobble up everything with both hands like some feral gremlin.]
If you say so. [He pauses long enough to inhale more of everything before answering with a nod.] I probably can, honestly. I won't deny my stomach has been twisting itself into knots out of hunger.
[ The blond must have some suspicion of Vanitas’ desire to do so, as he finds himself dipping one of those ugly vegetables into dressing, and holding it out for the other to eat. Definitely wouldn’t want to drip that in the water, gross. ]
I’m sure. Rather unfortunate timing you had, I’d only just learned about your disappearance today.
[Ugly though it may be, it's still part of a very satisfying meal all the same, for after only a moment's hesitation does he lean in and pluck the vegetable from Vincent's fingers with his teeth. Yet once he gets it in his mouth, he can't help being a brat and running his tongue over his lover's fingers coyly.]
Mmm... Yet it was you who came for me. That... means more than you know.
[ Watching that tongue with much interest, a corner of Vincent’s smiling lips pulls tighter. A fair move, considering his teasing pre-bath. ]
No matter the circumstance, I’ll always find you. The thought of something happening to you is too painful. [ Leaning in, he’ll dart his tongue across Vanitas’ lips, in turn. And then, offer another vegetable. Despite the variety offered, the selection is notably void of carrots, however. ]
[All's fair in love and war, as they say. It's not surprising a brat like him would stoop to teasing in return when given such a prime opportunity as this. Which is why he can't help the smug smirk that plays at his lips.]
Somehow I find that more reassuring than I would've expected a couple months ago... It's surprisingly... enjoyable, knowing there's someone out there willing to go to great lengths for me. [Humming softly, he meets that tongue with his own before curling it around the next tidbit offered. He notes the absence of the particular vegetable with a chuckle.] ...not a fan of carrots, hmm?
[ Well played, though Vincent would hardly consider it punishment. Especially at Vanitas’ tongue plays along his, the blond is left moistening his own lips while breathing a pleasured little sigh. ]
—hm? [ Glancing down at the plate, it would seem that he’s gone for just about every other common, finger-friendly vegetable they had available. ] … You could say that. I couldn’t bring myself to be bothered with them. Suppose we’ve discovered where I’ll draw the line, mm? [ Teasingly grinning, of course! ]
[Guess he'll have to get even more frisky then if he wishes to torment Vincent~ Although perhaps it's one of those futile endeavors given how much he seems to be enjoying it.]
Hah! So it would seem. Everybody has their limits and we appear to have found yours. Now I know what to torment you with. [Grinning right back at him! Complete with a devious glint in his eyes. He's going to remember this for future use, for sure.
Like right now.] Does this mean if I get you bunny ears and try to feed you a carrot, you won't bite?
[ Brows raising, the look Vincent gives him is only vaguely threatening. Not because he doesn’t hate carrots more than most anything, but he just likes Vani too damned much. The little shit. ]
I might decide to bite the hand which feeds me, instead. [ With A mild effort at a sneer, he snaps his teeth playfully. ] We should leave the cute ears to you, in any case. [ Reaching out, he carefully ruffles between his lover’s feline ears. ]
[About as expected, truthfully. Snickering heartily, he shifts in the bath to drape both arms along the edge of the tub in order to grin at Vincent's dirty look.]
And I just might like it... [He then decides to tempt fate by running a thumb over the other's lips as he's petted in turn, earning a rumbling sigh.] Heh, fair enough. Though with your wings, what should I be dangling in front of you instead? Fruit?
[ Leaning a shoulder against the tub, in turn, his head cants toward Vanitas. Carefully, the blond drags his teeth over the pad of the other’s thumb, lips then following suit with a kiss. ]
Mn, or more specifically, an apple? [ He flicks the forked end of his tongue past grinning teeth. ]
[The care with which Vincent all but nips at him makes Vanitas shiver lightly, though he's quick to replace his thumb with his own lips in order to return the kiss.]
Heh, quite. Luckily for you those aren't feathered wings or I'd be tempted to try birdseed. [Snorting lightly, he smirks against Vincent's lips.]
[With a soft snort of amusement Vanitas turns his head enough to meet the affection with a nudge of his own.]
Mmm... Can't argue with you there on either account. [Using his clean hand, he drags it through Vincent's hair, combing out the ribbon.] It sounds very enjoyable, heh.
[ Leaning into that touch, Vincent hardly minds the wet fingers, nor losing the ribbon. As indicated, he wouldn’t even mind if his lover was a bit messy about it, given he could simply climb in with him to get clean… though, tired as they both are, the effort is appreciated.
Hand caressing along Vanitas’ back, he can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture returned. ]
We’ll keep that in mind… but, for now, would you care to take this to bed? [ Resting their foreheads against one another, for now, it seems that he’s missed Vanitas’ touch terribly. ] By that, I mean the remainder of your meal, of course.
[For a time Vanitas simply enjoys the feel of silken strands through his fingers, humming appreciatively as he continues popping vegetables in his mouth with his other hand. It's a relaxing position to be in and he's loathe to leave it even if the water is getting cooler.
All the same, he chuckles at the suggestion, savoring Vincent's touch.]
Of course. That seems acceptable. [With a faint sigh of regret, he moves to stand, reaching to the nearby towel to start drying himself off with. While working on his tail, he steals a smug glance.] I wouldn't be surprised if you're hungry as well, heh...
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I'm sure you can.
[Almost purring at the attention, his tail swishes idly in contentment, and once left to his own devices, he finishes removing his vest, shirt, and gloves, leaving only his bottom attire to deal with.]
Hmm... Maybe help with my shoes, if you're so inclined? Or simply take a break yourself; you've been going longer than you usually do. [The fingers in his hair are definitely proving distracting, leaving him craning his head to savor the feel of Vincent toying with him.]
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I will rest soon enough, don’t you worry.
[ Easily undoing the lower fastenings to the other’s spats, he’ll access the laces of his boots to loosen them, before sliding the shoes and garments free to set aside more kindly than he might bother with his own articles.
Offering his hands with an inviting little grin, if Vanitas should accept them, he will pull the other man onto his feet, so that he can assist with stepping out of his trousers.
On his way to stand, Vincent’s hands sweep along the back of his partner’s thighs, to pull that petite body in close, encouraged to straddle his hips. This time, the blond hefts him into his arms with a breathy grunt, the fatigue certainly settling in - but still, he carries on toward the washroom. ]
Mn, someone could certainly use the bath… [ He teasingly croons whilst nuzzling into the other man’s neck, teeth grazing its skin. ]
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Just see to it that you do... Last thing I want is to incur your brother's wrath should you collapse.
[He chuckles slightly, only half joking. While he doesn't think Gilbert would get too irate, he knows it'd upset the man. That said, though, he accepts those hands when offered, carefully stepping out of the rest of his clothes.
In light of how their earlier conversation went - long and tedious and almost futile - he finds the roaming hands something of a surprise, although perhaps he shouldn't. Doing as silently asked, he's hefted up with a faint startled noise, though he immediately clings to Vincent's neck with both arms to help support his own weight while they make their way to the bathroom.]
Tch... Are you saying I stink? [His nose scrunches up in disdain, though he has to try discreetly stealing a whiff of himself, providing the perfect opportunity for those teeth to sink into his neck, earning a moan of pleasure.]
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Steadying a knee at the tub’s edge, one hand slides to Vanitas’ hip, instead, encouraging him to step down into the bath. Once steady on both feet, he will ensure that the other is seated safely. ]
Gil hasn’t given you any trouble about all that, has he?
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[At that he can't help letting out a groan, both because of the acknowledgement of his stench and the teasing at his neck. It's at least somewhat comforting to know he isn't so appalling as to be off-putting.
Thankfully it's a problem that should be easily rectified. Being lowered into the tub comes with a faint sigh of relief, for it's deliciously warm and the water itself feels soothing and nice.]
Hmm? No, nothing. Should he have?
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[ Chuckling, he pets between Vanitas’ ears and down the back of his head. At least Vincent has only just teased him about it now, rather than having let him sit with that realization during the voyage home. ]
Right, then. Need anything else, before I go to the kitchen?
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[Craning his head upwards into the touch, he purrs softly, not realizing he lucked out in only being told of his stench at the last moment. He would've been quite indignant about that news.]
No, I think that should suffice. I'll get scrubbed up and meet you there.
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[ At that, he will take his leave, before he can hear too much fuss.
Vincent isn’t especially good at preparing food, not in the slightest - but from their selection of cafe goods, he figures that some sliced sandwich meats, roasted nuts, a couple of (unevenly sliced) veggies with some dressing, and a variety of cheeses will do just fine for the time being.
If Vanitas is patient, he will bring the heaping selection back to him. ]
Feeling a bit better, I hope?
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[Ears perking up at the kiss, he hums quietly with a slight shrug of defeat. It's probably for the best he doesn't get the chance to protest further, given how worn out they both are.
While Vincent busies himself in the kitchen, Vanitas sets about scrubbing himself thoroughly, making sure to get behind his ears as well after having received a scolding for not doing so previously. He lathers up his hair and even his tail, ensuring that every inch of his is clean thoroughly so that all traces of dirt are gone by the time his lover returns.
Though his eyes widen at the rather impressive offerings presented to him. He'd been banking on a simple sandwich or such, nothing quite so elaborate.]
Much better. You didn't have to go to all that trouble... [Still, despite saying as much, he eagerly dives in, starting with a smattering everything, ravenous as he is. Even in the water, his tail swishes with relief at finally having something in his stomach.] Feel free to have some, too.
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Seating himself up against a wall beside the tub, he holds the plate for Vanitas to take from at Will. Vincent isn’t very surprised that he helps himself to the food right away, but he can’t help but exhale with some amusement. ]
No trouble at all. [ Taking a piece of cheese for himself, he watches his partner with some fondness. ] Three days out, I’m quite sure you could manage to polish this off.
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Trying to maintain some semblance of manners, he stubbornly sticks to using one hand only to feed himself, despite wanting to gobble up everything with both hands like some feral gremlin.]
If you say so. [He pauses long enough to inhale more of everything before answering with a nod.] I probably can, honestly. I won't deny my stomach has been twisting itself into knots out of hunger.
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I’m sure. Rather unfortunate timing you had, I’d only just learned about your disappearance today.
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Mmm... Yet it was you who came for me. That... means more than you know.
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No matter the circumstance, I’ll always find you. The thought of something happening to you is too painful. [ Leaning in, he’ll dart his tongue across Vanitas’ lips, in turn. And then, offer another vegetable. Despite the variety offered, the selection is notably void of carrots, however. ]
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Somehow I find that more reassuring than I would've expected a couple months ago... It's surprisingly... enjoyable, knowing there's someone out there willing to go to great lengths for me. [Humming softly, he meets that tongue with his own before curling it around the next tidbit offered. He notes the absence of the particular vegetable with a chuckle.] ...not a fan of carrots, hmm?
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—hm? [ Glancing down at the plate, it would seem that he’s gone for just about every other common, finger-friendly vegetable they had available. ] … You could say that. I couldn’t bring myself to be bothered with them. Suppose we’ve discovered where I’ll draw the line, mm? [ Teasingly grinning, of course! ]
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Hah! So it would seem. Everybody has their limits and we appear to have found yours. Now I know what to torment you with. [Grinning right back at him! Complete with a devious glint in his eyes. He's going to remember this for future use, for sure.
Like right now.] Does this mean if I get you bunny ears and try to feed you a carrot, you won't bite?
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I might decide to bite the hand which feeds me, instead. [ With A mild effort at a sneer, he snaps his teeth playfully. ] We should leave the cute ears to you, in any case. [ Reaching out, he carefully ruffles between his lover’s feline ears. ]
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And I just might like it... [He then decides to tempt fate by running a thumb over the other's lips as he's petted in turn, earning a rumbling sigh.] Heh, fair enough. Though with your wings, what should I be dangling in front of you instead? Fruit?
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Mn, or more specifically, an apple? [ He flicks the forked end of his tongue past grinning teeth. ]
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Heh, quite. Luckily for you those aren't feathered wings or I'd be tempted to try birdseed. [Snorting lightly, he smirks against Vincent's lips.]
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Too messy. [ A Nuzzle, soft and slight. ] It should be something fun for me to clean off of you, at the very least.
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Mmm... Can't argue with you there on either account. [Using his clean hand, he drags it through Vincent's hair, combing out the ribbon.] It sounds very enjoyable, heh.
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Hand caressing along Vanitas’ back, he can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture returned. ]
We’ll keep that in mind… but, for now, would you care to take this to bed? [ Resting their foreheads against one another, for now, it seems that he’s missed Vanitas’ touch terribly. ] By that, I mean the remainder of your meal, of course.
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All the same, he chuckles at the suggestion, savoring Vincent's touch.]
Of course. That seems acceptable. [With a faint sigh of regret, he moves to stand, reaching to the nearby towel to start drying himself off with. While working on his tail, he steals a smug glance.] I wouldn't be surprised if you're hungry as well, heh...
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