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...
[ The silence between them in the moment is comforting - enough so that Vincent’s lids fall closed, very near to nodding off. For that reason alone, he’s quite glad that the younger man is receptive to moving this elsewhere.
Curling up his knees to allow Vanitas room to step out of the bath, the blond leans back against the wall, a hand hovering over his mouth as he yawns. It’s with absolutely no shame that he watches his lover turn about to dry off his body, however tired his eyes may be. Once his mouth closes, his lips settle into a satisfied little smirk. ]
Well, it has been some time since I’ve had a satisfying meal.
[When Vanitas steals a glance and notes Vincent's apparent exhaustion, a twinge of guilt sets in for making him go through so much trouble both to find him and get him situated upon their return. It makes him hasten his efforts to get dry so then he can offer a hand to his lover in order to help him up.]
Have you truly not eaten anything worthwhile since...?
[Since his demise, he means. It feels a touch crass to mention it since they weren't exactly on speaking terms when it happened.]
[ Such haste only makes Vincent’s head lull in question, as he aims to appreciate the sight before him. Being tired is his something of a default state for him, but he has yet to realize just how engaged his lover keeps him, in comparison. Particularly over these past few months, during the process of his gradual death, most of his energy went toward the time they spent together. Any lapse between could certainly be attributed, in part, to his resting. Now that they’ll be sharing a space together, Vanitas will surely see more of this side of him!
Taking that hand with a chuckle, Vincent shifts to his feet before standing, attempting to be mindful of his exhausted partner and the plate in his own hand. ]
What I meant was that I’ve been starving myself of other things.
[ Though, thinking on it… No, he hasn’t fed his soul in some time, either. With a hum, he leans down to peck the other man’s lips to dismiss the thought, before leading him back into the bedroom, hands still entwined. ]
[Sadly the view isn't to last, as once dried off Vanitas wraps the towel around his waist and turns his attention to Vincent. Tired though he may be on the regular, that won't stop Vanitas from quietly fretting in his own subtle way. Though at least he won't have to worry over Vincent's spectral death any longer now that it's taken care of.
Once they both safely on their feet, he peers at Vincent curiously.]
Oh...? Something you wish to feed yourself now, then, hmm...?
[Honestly, given his lover's self-loathing, he isn't entirely surprised he hasn't been indulging, no matter what he means. Though he's relieved to see that he's at least allowing himself to partake in affections between them, as it's something Vanitas returns with a soft hum as they head to bed.]
[ The modesty is almost cute, especially following the suggestive implications… meant to entice his lover to get warm under the blankets, but that’s neither here nor there.
Setting the plate upon one of the nightstands, he pulls back the top sheets, inviting Vanitas to do just that. ]
Allow me to dress down, and I’ll join you shortly. [ Tucking back some of that damp choppy fringe, he then sweeps his fingertips along the other’s jaw to affectionately grasp at his chin. Touch, thankfully, comes very easy to Vincent. ]
[Given how he's loathe to allow himself to get chilled after his warm bath, it's an offer that Vanitas eagerly accepts, crawling into bed beneath the covers after shedding his towel onto the back of a chair so it can dry.
Tipping his head up just so upon being grasped, he can't help a slight smile at the contact. Words of affection are difficult, displays much less so.]
Hopefully you haven't been starving yourself in any regard...
[ Satisfied to see it, the blond’s smile widens just so in turn. Stepping away, his hands begin to work down the buttons of his coat. ]
Oh? [ Looking over his shoulder with a coy little grin, as he begins to drop his articles across some seating. ] You must realize by now that I meant sexually. Even that?
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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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Curling up his knees to allow Vanitas room to step out of the bath, the blond leans back against the wall, a hand hovering over his mouth as he yawns. It’s with absolutely no shame that he watches his lover turn about to dry off his body, however tired his eyes may be. Once his mouth closes, his lips settle into a satisfied little smirk. ]
Well, it has been some time since I’ve had a satisfying meal.
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Have you truly not eaten anything worthwhile since...?
[Since his demise, he means. It feels a touch crass to mention it since they weren't exactly on speaking terms when it happened.]
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Taking that hand with a chuckle, Vincent shifts to his feet before standing, attempting to be mindful of his exhausted partner and the plate in his own hand. ]
What I meant was that I’ve been starving myself of other things.
[ Though, thinking on it… No, he hasn’t fed his soul in some time, either. With a hum, he leans down to peck the other man’s lips to dismiss the thought, before leading him back into the bedroom, hands still entwined. ]
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Once they both safely on their feet, he peers at Vincent curiously.]
Oh...? Something you wish to feed yourself now, then, hmm...?
[Honestly, given his lover's self-loathing, he isn't entirely surprised he hasn't been indulging, no matter what he means. Though he's relieved to see that he's at least allowing himself to partake in affections between them, as it's something Vanitas returns with a soft hum as they head to bed.]
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[ The modesty is almost cute, especially following the suggestive implications… meant to entice his lover to get warm under the blankets, but that’s neither here nor there.
Setting the plate upon one of the nightstands, he pulls back the top sheets, inviting Vanitas to do just that. ]
Allow me to dress down, and I’ll join you shortly. [ Tucking back some of that damp choppy fringe, he then sweeps his fingertips along the other’s jaw to affectionately grasp at his chin. Touch, thankfully, comes very easy to Vincent. ]
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[Given how he's loathe to allow himself to get chilled after his warm bath, it's an offer that Vanitas eagerly accepts, crawling into bed beneath the covers after shedding his towel onto the back of a chair so it can dry.
Tipping his head up just so upon being grasped, he can't help a slight smile at the contact. Words of affection are difficult, displays much less so.]
Hopefully you haven't been starving yourself in any regard...
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Oh? [ Looking over his shoulder with a coy little grin, as he begins to drop his articles across some seating. ] You must realize by now that I meant sexually. Even that?
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