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Great, just great. Asura thinks to himself as he searches through his bag. They were in a rush to head out this mission, leading Asura to have been in a rush with his packing. So now the reaper is missing a shirt or two, leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed. Today has already been rather bad, a surprise attack has had him lashing out at every little sound, expecting more aggressors, for the majority of the day. His paranoia is running high and he wants to hide from the world.
Asura glances over at Vajra's travel pack, For a moment wondering if he packed any better in their rush than he did. Probably not, but surely he has an extra shirt or two. He already knows the weapon’s clothes would fit on him, Vajra is all muscle and brawn where Asura Is skinnier and unfortunately on the smaller side. He hasn't borrowed his clothes before, but he can't see him actually minding that all that much. Vajra has always been very accommodating for him after all.
That's partly why he chose him as his weapon, and why he refuses to do these long missions with anyone else. He can stand Vajra for this long. He can sleep next to him and not fear a blade meeting his heart in the dead of the night. He can turn his back to Vajra and trust him to watch it, not stab it.
Glancing over towards the river where Vajra decided to go wash off since they're camping in the woods tonight, Asura decides to go ahead and look into Vajra's bag. After all, he just wants one or two more shirts on. More layers to hide in and protect himself with. More separation between his skin and the world. Looking through the bag, he pulls out the first shirt he finds.
Short sleeves. Of course. He doesn't think he's ever seen Vajra in long sleeves unless the weather is sufficiently bad. On Vajra the shirt is a tighter fit, putting broad chest and hard earned abs on display, but on Asura's skinnier frame it should be nicely loose. For a moment he considers digging for another shirt too, but decides just one should be good enough. He strips off his outer coat, and pulls the shirt over his head.
“Smells like him…” Asura idly comments, pulling the shirt up to the front of his face, pushing his fingers through the scarves to part a hole just big enough for him to get a better smell of the familiar scent. Spice and something sweet. Something calming. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his weapon partner as he pulls his coat back on.
“You could've asked if you wanted to borrow a shirt you know.” A voice, smooth as honey and bright as the sun, startles Asura. Looking back at the wood line, he sees Vajra leaning against a tree, hair still wet. “I only packed so many, you know. I didn't account for having to share with a certain paranoid reaper.”
The weapon teases, pushing off the tree and walking over to Asura. He casually reaches out and smooths down some of the wrinkles in the reaper's clothes. He's never understood how or why Asura would wear so many layers, but he has to admit, he likes the newest layer he put on the most. His hand drifts from the reaper's chest to his scarf wrapped face, resting on the side of his cheek. “You planning on washing up tonight? Or is that too exposing?”
Asura snorts slightly in response, he isn't going to be caught dead naked in the woods. He's not washing himself in some river, not only would that be a vulnerable position for anyone to find him in, who knows what animals are lurking in the river that could catch him off guard. Crocodiles, snapping turtles, particularly big fish, no thanks. “No. I'm fine waiting until we return. Or until we can sleep in an inn at the least.”
“Thought so. Well, at least you don't smell. Yet. Just don't get covered in blood or something.” Vajra teases, smiling fondly at Asura as he flicks one of the tufts of hair peeking out from underneath the scarves, earning a scoff from the other man. Part of him wishes Asura would take them off, there's nothing to fear out here, not at the moment anyways. He alway loves seeing Asura's face too, those suspicious eyes that seem to melt for him and that messy soft hair, but of course, he respects Asura's wishes and what makes his meister comfortable.
He sits on the ground, gathering his pack behind his back to lean on it, and pats the ground next to him. There's a moment where Asura just looks at him, unreadable under all the layers, before he sits next to his weapon, back straight and attentive to every little noise. The only noises they can really hear though are the natural sounds of the bugs and animals around.
That, and Vajra starting to ramble on about something or the other. Asura isn't paying much attention to the rambling, to tell the truth, he just enjoys the sound of the other man's voice and how he never presses the reaper to answer. It keeps him from overthinking more often than not, and the longer he listens to the man ramble, the more he finds himself relaxing.
It's getting chilly out. Asura thinks to himself as he notices Vajra shiver slightly. His habit of always choosing shorter sleeves and light clothes are starting to catch up with him as the sun sleepily dips below the tree line it would seem. “Cold?” Asura questions his weapon, unintentionally interrupting him.
Vajra shrugs slightly, he is, he forgot that it was getting closer to winter when he packed, and they hadn't made a fire yet. “Eh, a little. I guess that just means it's time to build a fire, huh?”
Asura hums and curls his fingers around the edge of his coat, thinking for a moment. He's borrowing one of Vajra's shirts, and it's not like the reaper is affected by the temperature like his weapon is. Even if he was, with all his layers the cold wouldn't touch him anyways. So it's only fair he shares his clothes too, he thinks as he strips off his coat and drapes it over Vajra's shoulders, along with one of his many scarves. “I'll get started with that.”
Vajra stares up at Asura, his grey eyes meeting his red ones as his meister wraps the scarf around his neck. Sometimes he wonders if the reaper cares about him, considering how hard to read he can be, but when he does things like this… his worries are dismissed in an instant. After all, he doubts Asura would be willing to shed his coat and one of his scarves in front of anyone else, much less wrap them around another so tenderly.
“Yeah… thanks for that, Asura.” He mumbles, pulling the scarf over his nose, cheeks reddened by more than the chill in the air as he wraps the coat closer around his shoulders like a blanket. His normally boisterous personality is momentarily quieted by the soft gesture as he watches Asura collect wood.