#vash is being purposefully annoying bc he wants attention

[rin-bellatrix]

Rocking to pay the dues

"We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay the dues. But besides of the glamor, all we got was bruised." - Ghost

Vash and Wolfwood find a moment's rest in their hotel room, though peace may not be in store for one of them...

Based off of a prompt list I found on Twitter (if I ever find the post again, I'll link it properly)

Prompt was #69: "If you interrupt me one more time, so help me God-"

✨BEAUTIFUL✨ Punisher rosary photo from this post !!

Idk where our insurance girls are, probably trying to track down this ambiguous duo bc they slipped away yet again

Purple cross divider from this post. Blue cross divider from this post. Punisher divider from this post. White cross divider from this post. Reblogs and feedback divider from this post.

The rough pad of Wolfwood's thumb brushed over his rosary beads, his lips moving without sound as he prayed in silence. Every prayer, every call to faith was represented by each bead he passed over.

"Wolfwood~ What cha doing?"

The priest sighed, looking over his shoulder at the only other occupant in the hotel room.

Vash sat on his sorry excuse for a twin bed, watching his traveling companion with those too bright eyes. Against the muted designs of the room and linens, the blonde's color was bold and almost out of place in this space devoid of life. Another dusty room in the middle of nowhere, but it was a helluva lot better than trying to get cozy up against the least craggy of rocks.

Wolfwood, in his own twin bed, narrowed his eyes at the Humanoid Typhoon because it was very obvious what he was doing. "Why don't ya catch some shut eye before sunrise, eh Needle Noggin?" he answered instead, watching for a moment as the blonde pouted before turning back to his prayers.

He needed to start over again, it was only proper.

Shifting the beaded necklace in his hand, he grazed his thumb over the cross, committing to the Apostles' Creed, before moving up to give devotion to Our Father. The three Hail Mary's that followed were like second nature to him, and the tip of his thumb settled into the Glory Be just as a shifting to his left divided his attention.

"Wolfwood... I'm hungry~"

Nicholas turned to face his roommate, his features devoid of any kindness. "Spikey... You're a big boy, I'm sure you can manage to find a meal all on your own. I'm busy right now." His last words were pointed, not quite an accusation but certainly a warning.

Vash glowered at his friend, sulking because he wasn't given the answer he wanted. Wolfwood, who was used to dealing with children and their bratty behaviors, turned away and purposefully ignored the man who was getting on his nerves. Beginning again at the Apostles' Creed, he had barely moved up to the next prayer when he felt a tug at his sleeve.

"Wolfwood, I'm going down to get some food, do you want anything?"

"Tongari, if you interrupt me one more time, so help me God-"

The independent plant backed away, hands up in the air in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright, geez~ No need to get so grumpy..." he mumbled, sulking as he shrugged on his red coat.

The assassin sighed, finally feeling as if he was going to get some well earned peace. The tip of his thumb ran down the edges of his cross, not quite praying but just something to occupy himself as Vash bustled out of the room.

When the door clicked shut behind the older man, Wolfwood closed his eyes and bowed his head, his thumb sliding over the cross for the fourth time. "Our Father who art in Heaven, hollowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come-"

The door swung open. "Hey Wolfwood, do you- AH!"

Wolfwood grabbed his pillow and hurled it at the door with such force, that it exploded into a cloud of Toma feathers, and even left a dent in the wooden panels.

"RUDE!" Vash shouted from behind the closed door, before stomping off in a huff down the hall.

The assassin stalked over to the blonde's bed, grabbing his companion's pillow and settling back down onto his own mattress. If the plant issued a complaint about Wolfwood stealing his pillow, the priest would just have to suffocate him with it. Maybe then he could finally pray in peace.

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