eidxiety | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[Hehehe... giggle, braid twirl, you know the song and dance by now.]

Aww, I told you already, I want to give you a chance because I have these stupid mushy feelings for you. Just because you messed it up the first time [AIN] doesn't mean the mushy feelings ended. They just got worse while we were apart.

But I didn't want to... to crowd you. And part of me was scared of the reality where you decided in the end you didn't want me, and maybe... maybe confronting that was scarier than I thought it would be.

[He flattens his face against Wolfwood's chest and squishes him in a tight embrace.]

I don't like the thought of being alone or abandoned, ha... but in that case, it was a lot easier in my mind to be alone.

Nah. It wasn't like that at all.

[Far from it, actually. If he was going to entertain another relationship, he wanted to do it correctly. He of course fumbled it in trying to do that, but at least he's made steps towards fixing it since then.

The hug helps. The way Ain hugs him back helps even more.]

I uh. I actually...got you somethin'. It was before all that happened and I didn't get a chance to give it to you...I didn't want it to be weird.

Huh...?

[He forgot entirely about their bet. Too many other things going on, and honestly, he didn't entirely take it seriously anyway. It was just a dumb little thing, like when you say "I'll give you 10 ED if you stick your hands in the toxic river". No one takes that seriously (Elsword and Chung took that seriously but that's not the point) (they're 18 what do they know).

He rests his chin on Wolfwood's collar and looks up at him. Ain is a tall boy, this means he's bent at the waist trying to be cute right now, so it's a little awkward.]

Really? What is it?

[Wolfwood will carefully free an arm from their embrace just long enough to grab the box he'd left on the table next to them, holding it out for Ain to take. It's got the three garments folded up inside: a top + skirt combo, a DRESS dress (both black), and a kigurumi fashioned to look like a Dachsologie.]

It's those outfits I promised. From that bet, remember? Ain't nothin' special, but...s'like I told you. I keep my promises.

[Ope sorry Ain is letting go of the embrace so he can dig in the box.]

Oh!! Nikolaus, they're so cute!!

[yes i am bringing that one back for Me, Ain's accent is normally quite light but that comes out in full-fledged ~~German~~ Celestial. He's pulling things out and looking over them, holding the dress up to his chest and twirling around with it like he's actually wearing it.

And then he gets to the kigu and just—]

It's Dachie!!!!

[Pyjamas!!! He will be so warm!!!]

[...oh. That...]

Nikolaus?

[He mutters to himself, too quiet to probably be heard, as he feels his heart suddenly race while he watches Ain excitedly pull out the clothing and hold it up to himself. He only really snaps out of it when he gets to the Dachie kigu, prompting him to nod and rub at the back of his neck.]

Oh, yeah...I asked if Ydalir could give me one that, yaknow. Looked like him.

I love it! It's so cute!

[Happy Ain noises! He would put this on right now if he didn't know better. There's a chance a leviathan could attack and ruin this, so... for now, it goes back in the box all neatly.

And then Wolfwood gets a hug.]

Danke schön!

[Well. He isn't sure entirely what that means, but he thinks he has an inkling, given the way Ain hugs him as he says it. He huffs on a soft laugh, bringing his hand back around to rest between his shoulder blades.]

Glad y'like it. It's prolly a little too hot for one of those, but...it gets cold as hell here. You'll need it eventually.

I'll wear it when we go back! [Ain it's the Middle Of Summer.] Haha, I don't want to wait for winter, I'll be okay.

[Good lord.]

I'll wear the other stuff when we're out of here, too. I'd hate for some stupid sea creature to attack and ruin it. I'll model for you, too!

[Gives Wolfwood a big smek on the cheek.]

Hey, s'all yours. You can do whatever you want with it.

[Like apparently model? For him??? He definitely feels like maybe he hasn't earned that yet, but hey. They're making progress. He managed to salvage their relationship, which can't be said for others in Ain's past.

He huffs, and if Ain looks real hard, he'll see Mr. Priest is blushing.]

...thanks for hearin' me out, Ain.

[It's hard to see in the gloom, but that sure is a blushing Mr. Priest. Aaa... he's so cute.]

Aww, I was always going to. [Even if he sort of shredded Wolfwood like lettuce in the beginning.] I still really like you... even though I was upset, that didn't change my feelings for you.

[Bonks their foreheads together.]

I want a kiss. [Of course you do.]

[He gives another soft huff, though now that his hands are again free, he can lift a hand to rest against the side of Ain's cheek, a calloused thumb brushing over his jawbone.]

Another one already, huh?

[It's teasing, of course, because he's happy to lean in and give Ain that kiss he wants, tilting his head just enough so his big nose doesn't bash into Ain's.]

Well. I won't pass up the offer for more sugar.

[Yes, another one. It's Ain, his love language is touch, you must kiss him constantly. He loves to be smooched. ...which is going to be abundantly clear, if it's not already, when their lips lock and Ain literally giggles into it and tilts his head to deepen it just a fraction. No tongue, but he's not being cute about it either.]

I like kissing, sue me. If Nikolaus doesn't like kissing, he can deal.

[Get kissed again idiot]

Nikolaus...

[He repeats the way Ain just said his name against his lips. Thoughtful, as they share a few more gentle kisses. Smooch smooch.]

I've never heard anyone say my name like that. ...it's pretty.

It's how your name would be said if my accent was thicker. But I like how it sounds in my head.

[Therefore he is choosing to purposely Heavily Accent that name. You know, to be cute.]

I'll teach you words in Celestial. [Kiss, kiss.] You know a few from the church. Your brain works, so I'm sure you can memorize others.

["your brain works" clearly Ain thinks no one else's brains work like hello—]

[WELL HE'S GLAD HIS BRAIN WORKS...he has one, it just isn't firing on all cylinders all the time.

Also, hold on-]

Mmm...hang on. Killin' my back bendin' forward-

[Sorry Ain, did you want to get lifted? Because Wolfwood is lifting you, taking you by the waist and hefting you up like a piece of styrofoam to sit down on the table so he's more comfortably at eye-ish level, with Wolfwood leaning in from there to keep the kiss going.]

There. Anyway...I wouldn't mind learnin', sometime.

[Yes he super did want to get lifted hello hi hello—

Immediate giggling immediate kicky feets while he wraps his legs around Wolfwood's hips.]

Ohh... Haha, wow, you're strong! [Homosexual internal wheeze] I know you're all muscular and stuff, but still, I'm not light in this form.

[Kicky feets.

Kisses Wolfwood's jaw.]

Haha, ain't you seen me carryin' the Punisher before?

[That thing is not light. No matter how heavy or not Ain is, he'd have to weigh over double what he does now to compete with a solid hunk of metal like that.

Nevertheless, Ain's kisses are met with low hums of approval as Wolfwood loops his arms loosely around his waist now that he's supported atop the table, bonking into his forehead like a cat.]

Maaaaybe~. [He has. But still.] You should princess carry me sometime. I've always wanted to try that.

[He is gay-gay. You know how it is. That said, he's also being enabled, which means — sorry Wolfwood — he is honking your biceps.]

Wait, wait. Flex for me. [oh my god] Pleaaaaase?

Tch. You serious?

[God, this guy...

Wolfwood, again, rolls his eyes with all the exaggerated flair he can muster as he leans back on his heels, pushing away from the table just enough so he can flex his arms as Ain requests. Now, Wolfwood is no competition for some of the men in the Grove like Livio or Sesa. He's a lot thinner of build, yet despite that, you have to be strong to be able to throw the weapon around that he does.

So suffice it to say, his muscles are there. They do bulge when he flexes. As do his titties, of course. They're bouncin' for Ain's viewing pleasure because Wolfwood never learned how to fucking wear a shirt.]

How's that?

[Clapping his hands and giggling—]

Perfect! Or, well, it would be, but I have one request... [The way he's blushing and the look in his eye says crime, Wolfwood, don't fall for it.] Do it again, but shirtless this time.

[go DIRECTLY to jail]

[Well, Wolfwood might as well already be shirtless, considering...

But if Ain is playing to one strength, it's the fact that Wolfwood is a little bit egotistical, and also maybe a little bit vain. He does turn to kindof glance at the door, briefly, but it's as dark in the hallway as it is in here, so it's very likely everyone else has turned in for the night.

He sighs before relenting and shrugging off his blazer first, then his undershirt with a few buttons to undo at the bottom, laying them on the table for a moment so he can do as Ain asks. One might wonder why he's doing it without complaint but like, see above.

Like this, he'll see a lot more, even if it's not like he didn't already see at the bathhouse. He's a very hairy man, but also covered in countless scars and old bullet wounds, as well as plenty of dark blemishing from spending too many hours in the open desert sun.]

There y'go. Happy?

[horny horny horny horny h]

Much better.

[You know, you'd think bad experiences would keep Ain from being forward at all, but no! No no! He is in fact being horrible because inhibitions die with him. To that end, he plants his hands on Wolfwood's shoulders and traces a scar, because he didn't get to do this in the bathhouse, because he was behaving and also you know cultural things.

Boy pretty.]

You're exactly my type, you know. You can pick me up and throw me, [THAT'S YOUR TYPE?] you're all big and stuff, you've got a big heart beneath the rude exterior...

[But also to be fair Ain's type seems to be Every Man. So.]

...the muscles and scars are an added bonus. As is the testosterone. [Like My God the hair sir.]

[As Ain reaches out to trace his scars, he feels a very brief moment where his breath catches because- well- very few people have done this to him, obviously. Very few he allows, and now Ain is a part of that small number. The way Ain seems so enamored with him, despite all of the flaws, makes Wolfwood feel weirdly warm in a way he honestly doesn't often.]

Big and battle damaged. [He agrees, bringing his hands forward again to let them rest loosely along Ain's hips, his thumbs sort of idly brushing over his hipbones.] Which doesn't seem t'bother you one bit. A bonus, you said.

[He's hella lucky, in that regard.]

But it ain't like you're not a looker yourself. I've had my eyes on you since you got here, ya'know.

[Ain's entire group are a bunch of battle-hardened warriors. Of course he'd find that attractive. Raven has a massive scar across his titties, Elsword and Add are covered in them... these are qualities he likes in men simply because he's been exposed to nothing else.

He glides his hands lower, to a scar over Wolfwood's chest, and traces that one with his index finger while his other hand rests on the opposite pectoral. Hi. :)]

My ass, right? Anything else?

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