[ Vash doesn't respond to the question beyond somehow audibly pouting some more. Most of their money not used for their stay has gone to stocking up for the road and although there's some leftover, that's more intended for emergencies and their arrival in the next town. It could be used to stay an extra day, but it's not ideal and even in his drunken stupor, he knows that. Still, the thought is a tempting one. (At least more so than being forced to drink water which gets Wolfwood a little noise of disgust.) A lazy day in is something they hardly ever get and since they're not being run out of this town or pressured to leave in some way — also very much a rarity — it could actually be possible for once.
That is, if he ever makes it up the stairs.
That particular task seems insurmountable to him and it's not helped at all by the fact that he feels perfectly fine staying right where he is, leaning heavily against Wolfwood and utterly ignorant of his friend's flustered state. He's safe and warm, securely held, and there's little else he wants save for perhaps getting off of his unsteady feet. But even that seems to become more negligible with each passing second as drowsiness is catching up with him fast. Maybe he'll get to practice the art of falling asleep while standing up after all. Although it isn't necessary with how solidly Wolfwood is holding onto him, his free arm still comes up to curl his fingers in the front of Wolfwood's shirt to steady himself. ]
There are nicer ways of carrying people, y'know. Can't you... be gentler...?
[ He trails off muzzily, the argument escaping him somewhere halfway. Granted, even if weight isn't an issue, Vash is tall and all legs, picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder probably is the easiest way to carry him. Wolfwood's right though: it would be a surefire way to get him to throw up. Being dangled upside down and having pressure put on his roiling stomach is the last thing he needs. ]
[The muzzy, drowsy way Vash trailed off, grabbing the front of his shirt and somehow leaning into him even more without moving a muscle made the half-rate priest fluster and stutter dumbly for a second, glancing back at Vash and then up the stairs back again before sighing.
'Gentler' he says, as if asking it in that tone that doesn't just put all sorts of mental images in his damned fool head, and he's not sure if it was just Vash being too drunk to actually think about the way the things he says sound, or is doing it on purpose.
Still, he obviously wasn't going to get up the stairs on his own two feet. He would not put it past Vash to just find a place downstairs to sleep it off instead of making the trip back up to their room. So eventually, Nick gave a pleading look up to the ceiling, as if asking the Lord above he barely even believed in to grant him strength, and then leaned down with a grumble, hooked his other arm behind Vash's knees, and hefted him up into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all. And then they were marching up the stairs, Nicholas grumbling under his breath the entire way.]
I swear, Needle-Noggin, you're gonna be the death of me one of these days.
[ Being on the verge of just dozing off right then and there, Vash remains oblivious to his friend's flustered state. Especially in the lull that happens as Wolfwood contemplates the stairs, there's nothing for Vash to focus on other than the comforting warmth he's leaning against and it's not exactly helping him to stay awake. It's only when his support is suddenly gone and he's left dangerously swaying on the spot that he's jolted back to full awareness. Fortunately, it's only a split-second of being unsupported, not giving him the time to topple over. It still feels a little like falling when his whole center of gravity shifts and his feet leave the ground though. Vash — already having forgotten his own complaint/request — gasps in surprise and his other arm joins the first around Wolfwood's neck as he instinctively clings to him.
It takes a dizzying few seconds for him to grasp the situation before he's loosening his tight hold and... giggling in delight, utterly unfazed by the grumbling. ]
So strong~
[ Vash would be lying if he said he didn't get a kick out of how easily Wolfwood handles his lanky frame. Compared to the Punisher, he's probably nothing, but it's still impressive. He hasn't been carried like this since he was a child many, many years ago; a bittersweet thought that makes his heart ache the way it always does when he even vaguely thinks of Rem. At least the bout of nostalgia makes him more subdued again, settling comfortably in Wolfwood's hold and resting his head against his shoulder. It's not often he gets to feel like a kid again and usually it's only in moments of distress when he feels small and helpless — powerless to stop something despite his best efforts — so to feel safe and cared for in this way is a very rare treat. He can't help luxuriating in it, eyes going heavy once more as he murmurs appreciatively: ]
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That is, if he ever makes it up the stairs.
That particular task seems insurmountable to him and it's not helped at all by the fact that he feels perfectly fine staying right where he is, leaning heavily against Wolfwood and utterly ignorant of his friend's flustered state. He's safe and warm, securely held, and there's little else he wants save for perhaps getting off of his unsteady feet. But even that seems to become more negligible with each passing second as drowsiness is catching up with him fast. Maybe he'll get to practice the art of falling asleep while standing up after all. Although it isn't necessary with how solidly Wolfwood is holding onto him, his free arm still comes up to curl his fingers in the front of Wolfwood's shirt to steady himself. ]
There are nicer ways of carrying people, y'know. Can't you... be gentler...?
[ He trails off muzzily, the argument escaping him somewhere halfway. Granted, even if weight isn't an issue, Vash is tall and all legs, picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder probably is the easiest way to carry him. Wolfwood's right though: it would be a surefire way to get him to throw up. Being dangled upside down and having pressure put on his roiling stomach is the last thing he needs. ]
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'Gentler' he says, as if asking it in that tone that doesn't just put all sorts of mental images in his damned fool head, and he's not sure if it was just Vash being too drunk to actually think about the way the things he says sound, or is doing it on purpose.
Still, he obviously wasn't going to get up the stairs on his own two feet. He would not put it past Vash to just find a place downstairs to sleep it off instead of making the trip back up to their room. So eventually, Nick gave a pleading look up to the ceiling, as if asking the Lord above he barely even believed in to grant him strength, and then leaned down with a grumble, hooked his other arm behind Vash's knees, and hefted him up into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all. And then they were marching up the stairs, Nicholas grumbling under his breath the entire way.]
I swear, Needle-Noggin, you're gonna be the death of me one of these days.
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It takes a dizzying few seconds for him to grasp the situation before he's loosening his tight hold and... giggling in delight, utterly unfazed by the grumbling. ]
So strong~
[ Vash would be lying if he said he didn't get a kick out of how easily Wolfwood handles his lanky frame. Compared to the Punisher, he's probably nothing, but it's still impressive. He hasn't been carried like this since he was a child many, many years ago; a bittersweet thought that makes his heart ache the way it always does when he even vaguely thinks of Rem. At least the bout of nostalgia makes him more subdued again, settling comfortably in Wolfwood's hold and resting his head against his shoulder. It's not often he gets to feel like a kid again and usually it's only in moments of distress when he feels small and helpless — powerless to stop something despite his best efforts — so to feel safe and cared for in this way is a very rare treat. He can't help luxuriating in it, eyes going heavy once more as he murmurs appreciatively: ]
Thank you, Wolfwood.