[ the chair creaks faintly, wooden feet scraping against the bare part of the floor not covered by the rug (bright, cheery, with a pattern threaded yellow and green through red; he'd asked for a cheerful room) as vash shifts his weight. he's sitting astride as he is usually wont to do when he's feeling awkward or nervous or apprehensive or all of the above - with both the elbows up on the backrest, resting his chin against his arms as he looks from wolfwood, to the trinkets on the shelves, to the window, and then back again as though he expects the other to have disappeared in that scant gap of time.
finally, he cracks a smile; hesitant and tired, with his eyes drooping more than usual with effort. ]
Wanna get some rest? We can talk in the morning?
[ considerate as ever; but it's as much selfishness for himself as it is for wolfwood, trying to slide out again. ]
action; late oct, early nov?
[ the chair creaks faintly, wooden feet scraping against the bare part of the floor not covered by the rug (bright, cheery, with a pattern threaded yellow and green through red; he'd asked for a cheerful room) as vash shifts his weight. he's sitting astride as he is usually wont to do when he's feeling awkward or nervous or apprehensive or all of the above - with both the elbows up on the backrest, resting his chin against his arms as he looks from wolfwood, to the trinkets on the shelves, to the window, and then back again as though he expects the other to have disappeared in that scant gap of time.
finally, he cracks a smile; hesitant and tired, with his eyes drooping more than usual with effort. ]
Wanna get some rest? We can talk in the morning?
[ considerate as ever; but it's as much selfishness for himself as it is for wolfwood, trying to slide out again. ]