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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[ It really does just look like a normal bottle of shampoo. Sharon squints at it, unimpressed. Why do they always say rinse and repeat? Who actually shampoos more than once? And more importantly, why aren't there life-extending details on here? ]

No? [ but even as she speaks, she pauses to consider. None of her abilities work that way. ] I honestly can’t even think of someone who would have a way to tell.

[ She purses her lips. ] Could always ask Thirteen for a lifespan reader?

[ Wolfwood grimaces at the idea of a lifespan reader. Smart though it may be, he's not sure he wants exact numbers, not for Vash, not for himself, not for anyone he cares about. Useful but dangerous information. ]

I know fewer people than you do, so yeah, me neither. I feel like Thirteen's true to her word when she gives rewards. But...

[ He shrugs. ] If there's someone who can handle some chaotic shit here, it's you.

[ Thirteen is true to her word—one of the few redeeming qualities Sharon thinks the fox has, really. ]

Have you tested it yet? [ Her grin twists, eyes narrowing playfully. Or is she the guinea pig here? ]

[ Wolfwood shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. ] I haven't died. That's all I can tell you it does for sure.

[ If it works, he won't abandon Vash so soon. Which... side benefit. ]

If it helps, I don’t think Thirteen would bullshit you about this. [ As much as her feelings about the being are often strained, Thirteen has never outright lied to them. If she said it would extend his lifespan, Sharon believes it, but that doesn’t make it any less frustrating that she didn’t bother providing instructions or details. The woe of dealing with someone like her.

She sets the bottle down and inhales sharply through her teeth. ] So, how do you wanna do this?

No, I don't think so. [ If he did, he wouldn't have asked. He still can't be sure it works, not unless he's here a good while longer. He sighs, aggravated. ]

I want to wash your hair in the sink. See if the shampoo does anything special while washing your hair. I can't see it well showering myself.

[ So dumb, but what if it shows something? ]

It's been a while since I last did this. [ The last time had been back home, bleaching her hair with her dad’s help. It was always uncomfortable—her neck would ache, and no matter how careful she was, water would still run down her back and chest when she straightened up. But a little discomfort was a small price to pay for someone she cared about.

She tugs off her long-sleeved shirt, revealing a dark tank underneath. ] Think it’s gonna sparkle or something? [ He could’ve just recorded himself showering with it—or even asked Vash. Not that she blames him for skipping that option.

Awkwardly, she leans over the sink, angling her head under the faucet. ]

We did baths at Hopeland. Use the water until it was too filthy to clean anyone anymore. Showers, running sinks, that was a waste of water. We had all too precious little.

[ He snorts at the idea it will sparkle. ] Maybe on blonds. Looks normal on brunettes.

[ Regardless, he turns the water on, balancing it somewhere between hot and cold. Hopefully comfortably warm. That's a thing they have here. Then he tries to get her hair all wet, evenly soaked through. Already that means using his hands, and it makes him think of Livio, with even paler hair than hers. ]

[ She keeps her eyes squeezed shut as the water runs, letting him get to work. It’s awkward—the angle, the hunch, the way some of her hairs snag between his fingers. Water trickles into her ears, and she grimaces. Yeah, she’s glad she doesn’t have to wash her hair in the sink anymore. ]

Notice anything? [ Louder than necessary. Hey, cut her some slack! There’s water in her ears! ]

[ It feels somewhat like Hopeland Orphanage, the more it goes. Oh it's not in a tub, the water continues to stream more freely, but the vibe remains. Washing each other's hair in a tight space. He doesn't let the memories draw him in. Especially not those of Livio.

He focuses on her hair. It looks... darker wet, but that's just being wet. Nothing else is different. It's just washed hair. It smells nice. ]

No. [ He speaks slowly, making sure. ] No sparkles, no special effects. Just smells better.

Smells better? [ She tilts her head, playfully squinting at him, barely acknowledging the water rushing into her ear. She doesn't wait for his answer before she tilts fully back under. ]

[ Wolfwood leans down, not sure whether she can hear him under all that water. It's more water than he's used to using for washing in Noman's Land. ] Yeah, better. You were a bit sweaty/stinky.

Probably could use a proper shower.

[ Her jaw drops, a breathless, mock-offended laugh tumbling out. Stinky? Oh. Oh, so that’s how it is! She comes all the way out here, lets him wash her hair like the best friend she is, and that’s what he goes with? ]

I’m gonna give you a proper fucking shower! [ She moves to stand, already using telekinesis to redirect the sink’s spray upward, right at him. ]

This is a suit! [ Mock offense. Wolfwood has done far more to his suit than get a little wet. Far less too. There's not that much water to waste in Noman's Land. It's absolutely a cheap trick to use telekinesis on the water. It's hard to fight with physics against stuff like that.

It's fine. He grabs a towel and holds it up like a shield. ] You wouldn't know a proper shower if it hit you in the face.

[ A towel! Blast, her one weakness! She stomps forward, reaching to snatch it away, the spray halting as her focus shifts. ]

Says the stinky desert boy! [ The most childish of tones. ] Vash is probably still finding sand in your ass crack!

Oh no, my poor heart. I've been insulted for circumstances I could not change. I will never recover.

[ He whips the towel at Sharon as she comes for it. A swift smack, so to speak. Why yes, they are close friends. ]

I'll have to ask Vash to take a closer look. Make sure he finds it all.

[ She tries to catch the towel mid-strike but fails spectacularly, cursing under her breath. She quickly redirects the spray again. Better protect that face, loser! ]

You haven't lived in the desert for over a year now, sandy ass!

[ Wolfwood brings the towel back up, but some of the spray gets through. He shakes his head to clear some of it. ]

It hasn't been that long since I fought some monsters in Cruel Summer. I got re-sanded. Unfortunate reminder of home.

No, no, I'm pretty sure that sand has been there since you've arrived. [ The jab comes complete with a flash of her tongue and a wrinkled-up expression. ] Nasty! [ Splash! ] Ass!

Sounds like some kind of pot kettle situation. What nasty shit have you had since you got here? [ He tries to get the towel up, half successfully. He grabs for the bottle of shampoo and squirts it at her. ]

[ She's got some quip ready on her tongue when he starts to squirt the shampoo. Whatever game they're playing comes to a quick halt—at least on her end, eyes wide. ]

Hey, hey, don't waste that! [ That's your Stay-Alive-For-Vash-Poo ]

[ Sharon stops, and Wolfwood stops suddenly with her. His attention goes around them with the knowledge his punisher is in the next room. Not enough space in the bathroom for it.

Then she talks about the shampoo, and Wolfwood looks down. Waste it? He guesses Sharon doesn't entirely understand. He sets the bottle down, but it feels weird summoning shampoo into existence with her there, so nothing happens. ]

Guess you can wash my hair with that. [ He suggests instead. Half a smirk. She might kill him later, but it'd be bad to let it go to waste right? ]

That desperate for my touch, huh? [ She tries to play it up, but the facade cracks in a matter of seconds, her smile wide and goofy. And just a little wet. ] Yeah, I can wash your stupid hair, but first... [ she turns to the mirror to check her hair, fingers to her scalp to ensure there's no soap left.

Can't trust Wolfwood with such a simple task, obviously! ]

Oh yes. [ Wolfwood deadpans. ] Vash touches me so little I'll just die of loneliness if you don't wash my hair.

[ He snaps the towel toward Sharon's head when she checks her hair. He did a good job, thank you very much. ] First, you don't trust me, your good friend.

I'll beat his ass for you. [ Only mostly joking. She'd never beat Vash up, but she would knock some sense into him if necessary.

—ah! She glances at him in the mirror and then slowly, so slowly, looks back at him. ] Good friend? [ She narrows her eyes. ] Just good friend?

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