That's undignified.

Vash Zwingli | 24 | Gangtalia

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It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

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[NYOOM]

The sunlight filtered in softly through the curtains, pouring onto the tousled white bedsheets. Vash slept on his tummy, his arms folded underneath his pillow, his hair an absolute mess. There were fluffy blonde strands flipping this way and that, every direction as a result of the escapade from last night; in fact, when he’d woken up, he wasn’t even sure what had happened until it all registered. And- oh, he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. He should take care of that.

Well.. maybe later. For now, he arched his back and yawned, flopping back into his pillow. Well, this was the first time in years he’d slept in past 6 AM.

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis rocked back to his heels, confused until he felt Vash’s fingers just barely brush against a new bruise. “I-” his arms fell to his sides, no longer joking about the granola bar. He was half tempted to simply drop it, to be perfectly honest, but he didn’t want to be yelled at by Vash for wasting food.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d meant to prepare for this moment, but it still took him by surprise. How was he supposed to explain his job to Vash without having the man think he was cheating on him. He started again “I-” and stopped. No words forming on his lips. He usually had a suave answer for everything. Not this. He set the bag, the granola bar, and his partially eaten sandwich on the counter, stepping forward to cup Vash’s face. “look at me, please.” That wasn’t the sentence he expected to say, but it was what he wanted.

[stummschutz-blog]

God, he didn’t expect to be knee-deep in feelings tonight. The brush of Francis’ fingers against his cheeks made him fight to keep himself upright, but regardless, his eyes shifted to the sight, even as his chin was tilted up. It took him a few moments to comply, but after fighting with himself, sharp green eyes set themselves to blue. “It’s not a big deal.” He mumbled, “I already know. You don’t have to explain any further.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis quietly whispered, “I’m sorry. I can’t exactly…. do anything else… it’s- it’s all I’m qualified for.” He tried to explain as best he could that this was just a job to him and it wasn’t attachment to another person, but he didn’t know how. It wasn’t the language barrier, it was an emotional one.

“I love you. Please know that. Please.” Francis let go of Vash’s face in order to wipe tears off his own face. “There’s no one else, at least not… not that I love. It’s my job, it’s nothing like what I feel for you” He knelt down, still tearing up. “Don’t leave me. I can’t handle anyone else I love leaving me.”

It was almost as if Vash’s words weren’t connecting. He knew? What did he think he knew? About Francis’ job or about another person?– why didn’t he think it was a big deal when it brought Francis’ to tears?

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Vash’s eyes widened– he knew Francis was emotional, but this.. He sighed, hanging onto every word.

“Hey.” Vash knelt down to his level slowly, kneeling in front of him and this time taking his own face into his slightly smaller hands, using his thumb to wipe away the moisture of his left cheek. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say I was leaving you.” He muttered, but his voice was much gentler this time, despite his expression. Tugging Francis’ face forward gently, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t think that’s true– that that’s all your good for, but I never had any intention of stopping you. You’re worrying too much.” Of course it got to him. Of course it made him livid when he knew that his Francis was at the mercy of someone else, even if it was just for business. But he had to fight it. It was this or nothing.

There was a long pause, and he glanced away, letting his arms fall back into his lap. “I have something to ask of you.”

[marianneyounow]

Soon after the kiss to his forehead, Francis leaned himself forward. He was still seated on the ground, so when he came in contact with the kneeling Vash, it was somewhere around his stomach. He stayed put to try and calm his tears and breathing.

Francis wasn’t able to speak, his voice had run out, but he nodded in understanding, snuggling into Vash a bit. Vash was always saying that Francis was putting words into his mouth, this was no different. That is, until Vash said he was good for something more than his current profession. That made his breath speed up and the tears start flowing all over again.

After a few moments of simply crying into Vash’s shirt–hopefully it could be machine dried– he replied. “Yes? What is it?”

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He swallowed. Well, he’d already said he had a question - he couldn’t take it back now. Red-faced, Vash cleared his throat, ducking his head for just a few seconds before tilting it up to meet his gaze again.

“I want you to prove to me that..” God, this sounded so stupid. He sounded so stupid. “That you’re mine.”

[marianneyounow]

He sat back again, looking up a Vash. He looked a lot like a kicked puppy with his tired eyes, now swollen with tears. He watched as Vash turned slightly red, not sure where this was going.

“What… do you mean? How would you like me to prove the truth?”

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God, he hated having to explain himself, but here they were.

He shuffled awkwardly, but once he felt that he was ready, he leaned forward, pressing the gentlest of kisses to Francis’ lips, and mumbling against them, “Don’t make me say it.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis rocked back to his heels, confused until he felt Vash’s fingers just barely brush against a new bruise. “I-” his arms fell to his sides, no longer joking about the granola bar. He was half tempted to simply drop it, to be perfectly honest, but he didn’t want to be yelled at by Vash for wasting food.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d meant to prepare for this moment, but it still took him by surprise. How was he supposed to explain his job to Vash without having the man think he was cheating on him. He started again “I-” and stopped. No words forming on his lips. He usually had a suave answer for everything. Not this. He set the bag, the granola bar, and his partially eaten sandwich on the counter, stepping forward to cup Vash’s face. “look at me, please.” That wasn’t the sentence he expected to say, but it was what he wanted.

[stummschutz-blog]

God, he didn’t expect to be knee-deep in feelings tonight. The brush of Francis’ fingers against his cheeks made him fight to keep himself upright, but regardless, his eyes shifted to the sight, even as his chin was tilted up. It took him a few moments to comply, but after fighting with himself, sharp green eyes set themselves to blue. “It’s not a big deal.” He mumbled, “I already know. You don’t have to explain any further.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis quietly whispered, “I’m sorry. I can’t exactly…. do anything else… it’s- it’s all I’m qualified for.” He tried to explain as best he could that this was just a job to him and it wasn’t attachment to another person, but he didn’t know how. It wasn’t the language barrier, it was an emotional one.

“I love you. Please know that. Please.” Francis let go of Vash’s face in order to wipe tears off his own face. “There’s no one else, at least not… not that I love. It’s my job, it’s nothing like what I feel for you” He knelt down, still tearing up. “Don’t leave me. I can’t handle anyone else I love leaving me.”

It was almost as if Vash’s words weren’t connecting. He knew? What did he think he knew? About Francis’ job or about another person?– why didn’t he think it was a big deal when it brought Francis’ to tears?

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash’s eyes widened– he knew Francis was emotional, but this.. He sighed, hanging onto every word.

“Hey.” Vash knelt down to his level slowly, kneeling in front of him and this time taking his own face into his slightly smaller hands, using his thumb to wipe away the moisture of his left cheek. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say I was leaving you.” He muttered, but his voice was much gentler this time, despite his expression. Tugging Francis’ face forward gently, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t think that’s true– that that’s all your good for, but I never had any intention of stopping you. You’re worrying too much.” Of course it got to him. Of course it made him livid when he knew that his Francis was at the mercy of someone else, even if it was just for business. But he had to fight it. It was this or nothing.

There was a long pause, and he glanced away, letting his arms fall back into his lap. “I have something to ask of you.”

[marianneyounow]

Soon after the kiss to his forehead, Francis leaned himself forward. He was still seated on the ground, so when he came in contact with the kneeling Vash, it was somewhere around his stomach. He stayed put to try and calm his tears and breathing.

Francis wasn’t able to speak, his voice had run out, but he nodded in understanding, snuggling into Vash a bit. Vash was always saying that Francis was putting words into his mouth, this was no different. That is, until Vash said he was good for something more than his current profession. That made his breath speed up and the tears start flowing all over again.

After a few moments of simply crying into Vash’s shirt–hopefully it could be machine dried– he replied. “Yes? What is it?”

[stummschutz-blog]

He swallowed. Well, he’d already said he had a question - he couldn’t take it back now. Red-faced, Vash cleared his throat, ducking his head for just a few seconds before tilting it up to meet his gaze again.

“I want you to prove to me that..” God, this sounded so stupid. He sounded so stupid. “That you’re mine.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis rocked back to his heels, confused until he felt Vash’s fingers just barely brush against a new bruise. “I-” his arms fell to his sides, no longer joking about the granola bar. He was half tempted to simply drop it, to be perfectly honest, but he didn’t want to be yelled at by Vash for wasting food.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d meant to prepare for this moment, but it still took him by surprise. How was he supposed to explain his job to Vash without having the man think he was cheating on him. He started again “I-” and stopped. No words forming on his lips. He usually had a suave answer for everything. Not this. He set the bag, the granola bar, and his partially eaten sandwich on the counter, stepping forward to cup Vash’s face. “look at me, please.” That wasn’t the sentence he expected to say, but it was what he wanted.

[stummschutz-blog]

God, he didn’t expect to be knee-deep in feelings tonight. The brush of Francis’ fingers against his cheeks made him fight to keep himself upright, but regardless, his eyes shifted to the sight, even as his chin was tilted up. It took him a few moments to comply, but after fighting with himself, sharp green eyes set themselves to blue. “It’s not a big deal.” He mumbled, “I already know. You don’t have to explain any further.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis quietly whispered, “I’m sorry. I can’t exactly…. do anything else… it’s- it’s all I’m qualified for.” He tried to explain as best he could that this was just a job to him and it wasn’t attachment to another person, but he didn’t know how. It wasn’t the language barrier, it was an emotional one.

“I love you. Please know that. Please.” Francis let go of Vash’s face in order to wipe tears off his own face. “There’s no one else, at least not… not that I love. It’s my job, it’s nothing like what I feel for you” He knelt down, still tearing up. “Don’t leave me. I can’t handle anyone else I love leaving me.”

It was almost as if Vash’s words weren’t connecting. He knew? What did he think he knew? About Francis’ job or about another person?– why didn’t he think it was a big deal when it brought Francis’ to tears?

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash’s eyes widened-- he knew Francis was emotional, but this.. He sighed, hanging onto every word.

“Hey.” Vash knelt down to his level slowly, kneeling in front of him and this time taking his own face into his slightly smaller hands, using his thumb to wipe away the moisture of his left cheek. “Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say I was leaving you.” He muttered, but his voice was much gentler this time, despite his expression. Tugging Francis’ face forward gently, he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I don’t think that’s true-- that that’s all your good for, but I never had any intention of stopping you. You’re worrying too much.” Of course it got to him. Of course it made him livid when he knew that his Francis was at the mercy of someone else, even if it was just for business. But he had to fight it. It was this or nothing.

There was a long pause, and he glanced away, letting his arms fall back into his lap. “I have something to ask of you.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[stummschutz-blog]

“Do you think that’s going to stop me?” Vash squinted, and began to unwrap the foil. “I don’t have time for gourmet meals.” He raised it to his lips, and opened his mouth.

[marianneyounow]

Francis managed to be very quick for his tiredness. Maybe he’d started drinking one of the energy drinks on his way there. In any case, he grabbed the granola bar from Vash and held it up above his head. “I hate to do this to you, but I’m going to use my height as an advantage. Eat the breakfast sandwich. And please don’t call it gourmet. That’s insulting.”

As he raised the granola bar higher, standing on his toes, his shirt raised slightly and his a-bit-too-loose pants slipped lower on his hips. This revealed a purple bruise from a client’s hand on his hip.

[stummschutz-blog]

“Wh-” In the blink of an eye, he found that the granola bar was swept from his grip, and before he knew it the thing was over his head. Huffing, he reached up for it, but fell back onto his feet and crossed his arms when he’d decided to keep his dignity instead. “That’s not fair! You know I’m–”

…

Once his gaze had wandered to the newly exposed skin, his words trailed off, and his expression softened. Pursing his lips, he averted his eyes, and tugged Francis’ shirt back down. “You..” He’d meant to say something, but.. “You need a new belt.” Smooth.

[marianneyounow]

Francis rocked back to his heels, confused until he felt Vash’s fingers just barely brush against a new bruise. “I-” his arms fell to his sides, no longer joking about the granola bar. He was half tempted to simply drop it, to be perfectly honest, but he didn’t want to be yelled at by Vash for wasting food.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d meant to prepare for this moment, but it still took him by surprise. How was he supposed to explain his job to Vash without having the man think he was cheating on him. He started again “I-” and stopped. No words forming on his lips. He usually had a suave answer for everything. Not this. He set the bag, the granola bar, and his partially eaten sandwich on the counter, stepping forward to cup Vash’s face. “look at me, please.” That wasn’t the sentence he expected to say, but it was what he wanted.

[stummschutz-blog]

God, he didn’t expect to be knee-deep in feelings tonight. The brush of Francis’ fingers against his cheeks made him fight to keep himself upright, but regardless, his eyes shifted to the sight, even as his chin was tilted up. It took him a few moments to comply, but after fighting with himself, sharp green eyes set themselves to blue. “It’s not a big deal.” He mumbled, “I already know. You don’t have to explain any further.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[stummschutz-blog]

“Do you think that’s going to stop me?” Vash squinted, and began to unwrap the foil. “I don’t have time for gourmet meals.” He raised it to his lips, and opened his mouth.

[marianneyounow]

Francis managed to be very quick for his tiredness. Maybe he’d started drinking one of the energy drinks on his way there. In any case, he grabbed the granola bar from Vash and held it up above his head. “I hate to do this to you, but I’m going to use my height as an advantage. Eat the breakfast sandwich. And please don’t call it gourmet. That’s insulting.”

As he raised the granola bar higher, standing on his toes, his shirt raised slightly and his a-bit-too-loose pants slipped lower on his hips. This revealed a purple bruise from a client’s hand on his hip.

[stummschutz-blog]

“Wh-” In the blink of an eye, he found that the granola bar was swept from his grip, and before he knew it the thing was over his head. Huffing, he reached up for it, but fell back onto his feet and crossed his arms when he’d decided to keep his dignity instead. “That’s not fair! You know I’m--”

...

Once his gaze had wandered to the newly exposed skin, his words trailed off, and his expression softened. Pursing his lips, he averted his eyes, and tugged Francis’ shirt back down. “You..” He’d meant to say something, but.. “You need a new belt.” Smooth.

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[stummschutz-blog]

“Do you think that’s going to stop me?” Vash squinted, and began to unwrap the foil. “I don’t have time for gourmet meals.” He raised it to his lips, and opened his mouth.

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

“I thought you had work to finish,” Francis was being a little sarcastic. He wasn’t really angry with Vash. He was angry with his own inability to sleep. The tensions were getting high, though.

“Pardon, oui. Please come over.” The words were out of his mouth before he even noticed. Vash had never been to the clubhouse. For, obvious reasons. “Or, wait, I can come to your house.”

[stummschutz-blog]

He yawned, and scrubbed his eyes. “Either one is fine. Have you eaten today? I have…” Vash looked over his shoulder at the near empty cabinetry, and then trailed off. “I can probably make something. Just- come over.” He mumbled.

[marianneyounow]

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast, no. But it’s fine. I can bring something probably… or, well, I suppose not much is open at this hour. It’s okay if you don’t have anything.” He finished puffing on his cigarette and then put it out on the bottom of his shoe. “you miss me that much?” after hours of flirting, the words were habitual. Though with vash there was just that little bit of extra emphasis behind them. Still, they sounded monotonous and he hoped Vash didn’t catch it. “I’ll be over soon.”

[stummschutz-blog]

With Francis’ parting words, Vash took the receiver from his ear, hitting the ‘end’ button with his thumb before placing it back on the dock and getting back to his paperwork. He worked for about ten minutes more, before standing up, popping his joints and stepping toward the kitchen. Maybe he shouldn’t live off of water and granola bars.

[marianneyounow]

On his way to Vash’s he managed to pick up a couple of sports drinks from the clubhouse kitchen, and stopped at a convenience store with his new cash and got a couple of cheap breakfast sausage sandwiches. They were warm and that’s all that counted in Francis’ mind.

He knocked the door with his foot when he arrived, eyes drooping with tiredness as the walk to the store and then Vash’s without any food started to take its toll. “Open, please, door,” he mumbled.

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Well, that didn’t as long as he had thought. Quickly, he strolled toward the door, unlocking the three clunky locks and opening the door, stepping back to let him in - his eyes flitted to the bags, and he blinked. “You brought.. energy drinks, when you’re having trouble sleeping?”

[marianneyounow]

“It’s all we had. Besides, if I can’t sleep then at least I can stay up with you while you work.” He made a disgusted fake choking noise after saying ‘work’. Completely missing the fact that he said ‘we’ instead of ‘I.’ “Do you want a breakfast sandwich or not?”

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His eyes half lidded, somewhat suspiciously, but he let it go for now. Closing the door behind Francis, he locked it again, and mulled it over. He hadn’t eaten anything warm in what seemed like months. “You should eat them if you haven’t eaten all day.” He decided, reaching up into the pantry for an energy bar and unwrapping it. “Besides, it’s almost done and I have two more days to finish it. Eat your sandwiches and then you can get some sleep.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

“I thought you had work to finish,” Francis was being a little sarcastic. He wasn’t really angry with Vash. He was angry with his own inability to sleep. The tensions were getting high, though.

“Pardon, oui. Please come over.” The words were out of his mouth before he even noticed. Vash had never been to the clubhouse. For, obvious reasons. “Or, wait, I can come to your house.”

[stummschutz-blog]

He yawned, and scrubbed his eyes. “Either one is fine. Have you eaten today? I have…” Vash looked over his shoulder at the near empty cabinetry, and then trailed off. “I can probably make something. Just- come over.” He mumbled.

[marianneyounow]

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast, no. But it’s fine. I can bring something probably… or, well, I suppose not much is open at this hour. It’s okay if you don’t have anything.” He finished puffing on his cigarette and then put it out on the bottom of his shoe. “you miss me that much?” after hours of flirting, the words were habitual. Though with vash there was just that little bit of extra emphasis behind them. Still, they sounded monotonous and he hoped Vash didn’t catch it. “I’ll be over soon.”

[stummschutz-blog]

With Francis’ parting words, Vash took the receiver from his ear, hitting the ‘end’ button with his thumb before placing it back on the dock and getting back to his paperwork. He worked for about ten minutes more, before standing up, popping his joints and stepping toward the kitchen. Maybe he shouldn’t live off of water and granola bars.

[marianneyounow]

On his way to Vash’s he managed to pick up a couple of sports drinks from the clubhouse kitchen, and stopped at a convenience store with his new cash and got a couple of cheap breakfast sausage sandwiches. They were warm and that’s all that counted in Francis’ mind.

He knocked the door with his foot when he arrived, eyes drooping with tiredness as the walk to the store and then Vash’s without any food started to take its toll. “Open, please, door,” he mumbled.

[stummschutz-blog]

Well, that didn’t as long as he had thought. Quickly, he strolled toward the door, unlocking the three clunky locks and opening the door, stepping back to let him in - his eyes flitted to the bags, and he blinked. “You brought.. energy drinks, when you’re having trouble sleeping?”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

“I thought you had work to finish,” Francis was being a little sarcastic. He wasn’t really angry with Vash. He was angry with his own inability to sleep. The tensions were getting high, though.

“Pardon, oui. Please come over.” The words were out of his mouth before he even noticed. Vash had never been to the clubhouse. For, obvious reasons. “Or, wait, I can come to your house.”

[stummschutz-blog]

He yawned, and scrubbed his eyes. “Either one is fine. Have you eaten today? I have…” Vash looked over his shoulder at the near empty cabinetry, and then trailed off. “I can probably make something. Just- come over.” He mumbled.

[marianneyounow]

“I haven’t eaten since breakfast, no. But it’s fine. I can bring something probably… or, well, I suppose not much is open at this hour. It’s okay if you don’t have anything.” He finished puffing on his cigarette and then put it out on the bottom of his shoe. “you miss me that much?” after hours of flirting, the words were habitual. Though with vash there was just that little bit of extra emphasis behind them. Still, they sounded monotonous and he hoped Vash didn’t catch it. “I’ll be over soon.”

[stummschutz-blog]

With Francis’ parting words, Vash took the receiver from his ear, hitting the ‘end’ button with his thumb before placing it back on the dock and getting back to his paperwork. He worked for about ten minutes more, before standing up, popping his joints and stepping toward the kitchen. Maybe he shouldn’t live off of water and granola bars.

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis made an inhuman squeak at Vash’s rough tone, “s-sorry. It’s late, ‘dunno what I was thinking.” He knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking that maybe Vash’s voice would calm him into sleeping, but he wasn’t expecting to be yelled at. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed. “were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you if you were….” wow, Francis, it’s 2 am. Of course he was asleep.

[marianneyounow]

“You should sleep.” He was one to talk. “Antonio doesn’t need to be keeping you up this late.” He stifled a yawn and then spoke again, “can’t sleep. my mind is restless for some reason. No, no. I should apologize. I was still in a daze when I called. I should’ve realized the hour.” He smiled when he realized how nice Vash was to even answer a call from him this late.

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash listened as intently as he could while trying to focus on his work, but fell silent for a few seconds, finishing a written sentence before continuing. “Are you just getting off.. work?” He muttered, somewhat bitterly. “No wonder you’re tired.”

[marianneyounow]

“I always get off work at this time, or even later.” At least my partner didn’t stay the night or this would be an awkward call. He didn’t notice the connotation of irritation in Vash’s voice. “you should be tired too, after all day of working and then doing paperwork so late. Why are you still working?” He tried to change the subject, both deflecting off of his own job and distracting himself with Vash’s day, so that maybe he could sleep.

[stummschutz-blog]

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, placing down his pencil and leaning back in his seat to run a hand through his mess of blonde hair. “I’m working because I had a lot to do. I procrastinated for too long, but I’m practically done now.” Vash supplied, leaning his elbow behind him and atop the back of the chair. “You shouldn’t ‘work’ this late into the night, either. It’s bad for your health.” And it’s annoying. “What do you want me to do? I can’t help you to sleep from three streets over.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis scoffed lightly, muttering a “you never procrastinate, you work way too hard.” There was a shuffling sound as Francis took out a box of cigarettes from under his bed. “I can’t help that these are the hours my job is.” And I do plenty of worse things for my health. “I thought your soothing voice might lull me to sleep, but now you’re angry…” he trailed off. He sounded like he might say something else, but it escaped him in his tiredness.

[stummschutz-blog]

“I am not angry!” Vash insisted, leaning forward in his chair again. Except, maybe the tone of his voice didn’t sound so convenience. With a groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose again. “Do you want me to come over?”

[marianneyounow]

“I thought you had work to finish,” Francis was being a little sarcastic. He wasn’t really angry with Vash. He was angry with his own inability to sleep. The tensions were getting high, though.

“Pardon, oui. Please come over.” The words were out of his mouth before he even noticed. Vash had never been to the clubhouse. For, obvious reasons. “Or, wait, I can come to your house.”

[stummschutz-blog]

He yawned, and scrubbed his eyes. “Either one is fine. Have you eaten today? I have...” Vash looked over his shoulder at the near empty cabinetry, and then trailed off. “I can probably make something. Just- come over.” He mumbled.

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis made an inhuman squeak at Vash’s rough tone, “s-sorry. It’s late, ‘dunno what I was thinking.” He knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking that maybe Vash’s voice would calm him into sleeping, but he wasn’t expecting to be yelled at. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed. “were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you if you were….” wow, Francis, it’s 2 am. Of course he was asleep.

[marianneyounow]

“You should sleep.” He was one to talk. “Antonio doesn’t need to be keeping you up this late.” He stifled a yawn and then spoke again, “can’t sleep. my mind is restless for some reason. No, no. I should apologize. I was still in a daze when I called. I should’ve realized the hour.” He smiled when he realized how nice Vash was to even answer a call from him this late.

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash listened as intently as he could while trying to focus on his work, but fell silent for a few seconds, finishing a written sentence before continuing. “Are you just getting off.. work?” He muttered, somewhat bitterly. “No wonder you’re tired.”

[marianneyounow]

“I always get off work at this time, or even later.” At least my partner didn’t stay the night or this would be an awkward call. He didn’t notice the connotation of irritation in Vash’s voice. “you should be tired too, after all day of working and then doing paperwork so late. Why are you still working?” He tried to change the subject, both deflecting off of his own job and distracting himself with Vash’s day, so that maybe he could sleep.

[stummschutz-blog]

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, placing down his pencil and leaning back in his seat to run a hand through his mess of blonde hair. “I’m working because I had a lot to do. I procrastinated for too long, but I’m practically done now.” Vash supplied, leaning his elbow behind him and atop the back of the chair. “You shouldn’t ‘work’ this late into the night, either. It’s bad for your health.” And it’s annoying. “What do you want me to do? I can’t help you to sleep from three streets over.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis scoffed lightly, muttering a “you never procrastinate, you work way too hard.” There was a shuffling sound as Francis took out a box of cigarettes from under his bed. “I can’t help that these are the hours my job is.” And I do plenty of worse things for my health. “I thought your soothing voice might lull me to sleep, but now you’re angry…” he trailed off. He sounded like he might say something else, but it escaped him in his tiredness.

[stummschutz-blog]

“I am not angry!” Vash insisted, leaning forward in his chair again. Except, maybe the tone of his voice didn’t sound so convenience. With a groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose again. “Do you want me to come over?”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis made an inhuman squeak at Vash’s rough tone, “s-sorry. It’s late, ‘dunno what I was thinking.” He knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking that maybe Vash’s voice would calm him into sleeping, but he wasn’t expecting to be yelled at. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed. “were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you if you were….” wow, Francis, it’s 2 am. Of course he was asleep.

Oh. Shit– “Why are you awake?” His voice had softened considerably as soon as he’d recognized the voice, and his pencil slowed a bit. “I wasn’t sleeping. I’m filling out paperwork.” Then, he sighed. “Sorry.”

[marianneyounow]

“You should sleep.” He was one to talk. “Antonio doesn’t need to be keeping you up this late.” He stifled a yawn and then spoke again, “can’t sleep. my mind is restless for some reason. No, no. I should apologize. I was still in a daze when I called. I should’ve realized the hour.” He smiled when he realized how nice Vash was to even answer a call from him this late.

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash listened as intently as he could while trying to focus on his work, but fell silent for a few seconds, finishing a written sentence before continuing. “Are you just getting off.. work?” He muttered, somewhat bitterly. “No wonder you’re tired.”

[marianneyounow]

“I always get off work at this time, or even later.” At least my partner didn’t stay the night or this would be an awkward call. He didn’t notice the connotation of irritation in Vash’s voice. “you should be tired too, after all day of working and then doing paperwork so late. Why are you still working?” He tried to change the subject, both deflecting off of his own job and distracting himself with Vash’s day, so that maybe he could sleep.

[stummschutz-blog]

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, placing down his pencil and leaning back in his seat to run a hand through his mess of blonde hair. “I’m working because I had a lot to do. I procrastinated for too long, but I’m practically done now.” Vash supplied, leaning his elbow behind him and atop the back of the chair. “You shouldn’t ‘work’ this late into the night, either. It’s bad for your health.” And it’s annoying. “What do you want me to do? I can’t help you to sleep from three streets over.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis made an inhuman squeak at Vash’s rough tone, “s-sorry. It’s late, ‘dunno what I was thinking.” He knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking that maybe Vash’s voice would calm him into sleeping, but he wasn’t expecting to be yelled at. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed. “were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you if you were….” wow, Francis, it’s 2 am. Of course he was asleep.

[gehenwolken-blog]

Oh. Shit– “Why are you awake?” His voice had softened considerably as soon as he’d recognized the voice, and his pencil slowed a bit. “I wasn’t sleeping. I’m filling out paperwork.” Then, he sighed. “Sorry.”

[marianneyounow]

“You should sleep.” He was one to talk. “Antonio doesn’t need to be keeping you up this late.” He stifled a yawn and then spoke again, “can’t sleep. my mind is restless for some reason. No, no. I should apologize. I was still in a daze when I called. I should’ve realized the hour.” He smiled when he realized how nice Vash was to even answer a call from him this late.

[stummschutz-blog]

Vash listened as intently as he could while trying to focus on his work, but fell silent for a few seconds, finishing a written sentence before continuing. “Are you just getting off.. work?” He muttered, somewhat bitterly. “No wonder you’re tired.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[marianneyounow]

Francis made an inhuman squeak at Vash’s rough tone, “s-sorry. It’s late, ‘dunno what I was thinking.” He knew exactly what he was thinking. He was thinking that maybe Vash’s voice would calm him into sleeping, but he wasn’t expecting to be yelled at. He rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in bed. “were you asleep? I didn’t mean to wake you if you were….” wow, Francis, it’s 2 am. Of course he was asleep.

[gehenwolken-blog]

Oh. Shit– “Why are you awake?” His voice had softened considerably as soon as he’d recognized the voice, and his pencil slowed a bit. “I wasn’t sleeping. I’m filling out paperwork.” Then, he sighed. “Sorry.”

[stummschutz-blog]

It was 2 am and he was calling Vash, which might not have been a bright idea, but he wasn't in the right state of mind anyway, "Pick up... I can't sleep..." he whined.

Vash sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork for the flower shop by lamplight, hardly stopping in his writing when he reached over with his opposite hand to pick up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“What?”

[stummschutz-blog]

Can I come over to your place for Valentine's Day? I mean, I know I've never been there before, but I want to cook for you... and I don't exactly have a kitchen where I'm living, so.... please?

Vash felt the heat rise in his cheeks, and he frowned lightly in thought. Valentine’s day? “Where are you living that doesn’t have a kitchen?” He scolded, but rather softly. “Come over, idiot. You need food to live.”

[marianneyounow]

Francis pouted slightly at the scolding but he brightened once he heard he could come over, “Oh, um…” he tried to think of something quick that would explain him not having a kitchen, other than living in a brothel, “my place has been under renovations for a long time. I’m just used to not having a kitchen now, though I miss it.”

“I know food is important for living, but I want to make something special for you not for me. What’s your address? Can I go grocery shopping first? Or do you have groceries?” His excitedness was bubbling to the surface.

[stummschutz-blog]

“Do I have.....” Vash trailed off, glancing over his shoulder. Well, he had the meager amount of groceries that he needed to live, but to make an actual meal.. well, he was sure Francis wouldn’t want to cook with granola bars and celery stalks. “..No, I don’t.. really have much to work with.”