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Just… actually, a man could be worked up because of another man’s sweat.
It’s true. The smell of gunpowder mixed with it—plus smoke and alcohol—that’s the scent of Wolfwood.
When Vash smelled Wolfwood’s sweat and gunpowder, his body reacted by instinct.
That was something he learned on this sandy planet. A reflex. A survival skill.
Maybe he was more than a little drunk.
When Wolfwood smiled and handed him the glass to clink, Vash could even feel the heat under that chest.
He might’ve been really drunk, because he even wanted to—
Then someone called his name, loudly.
Vash turned his head. It was a guy he had helped before, probably in a gunfight — inviting him to join their group of young people.
Vash smiled and stood up, but Wolfwood stayed on the high bar stool, didn’t move.
Vash sang with them. Arms over shoulders. The whole room full of laughter and noise.
Later, they even kissed each other on the cheek. Vash hadn’t been so happy for a long time.
There were beer stains on Vash’s face from another guy’s lips, and he laughed like sunshine.
When he came back, drinking more, he could hardly stand straight.
He tripped on the flat floor—just himself—and Wolfwood stretched an arm to catch him.
“You’re truly drunk, Spikey Noggin.”
Vash didn’t move. Just groaned.
Wolfwood clicked his tongue, grabbed Vash’s coat behind the waist—that red coat like an octopus.
Then, holding his waist, the priest said, “You know what you can kiss?”
Vash, drunk as hell, said, “But if I like them, I can kiss them, right? I like everybody…”
Wolfwood went silent. Somehow, his irritation lost its reason—and that made him more irritated.
He half-dragged, half-held Vash out of the noisy bar. Got him onto the bed of the cheap inn.
Vash flopped down, his glasses slipping off one side.
Wolfwood sighed, feeling like a babysitter.
He tried to get the tall idiot out of his coat. Pulled up one arm, then the other—
But suddenly, Vash pulled him down.
They wrestled. One was drunk, the other mad for no good reason.
Wolfwood got so angry, he even bit Vash’s belly at one point when he paused, panting.
Two messy guys rolled all over the sheets, making everything a mess.
Finally, Wolfwood stopped and asked, “Why?”
Vash blinked.
And then he said, “Because of your sweat.”
“…That’s kinda pervy.” Wolfwood muttered.