[Four more hours...that's a lot of time to kill, but somehow it manages to go by smoothly. Wolfwood does end up dozing off a bit as he said he might, but for the most part he stays awake, listening in silence to Ain's singing as they trundle along the lonely desert.
Now, there is one addition that may or may not have happened, depending on if Ain allowed it or freaked out and took it off, but...Wolfwood, upon seeing Ain shivering in the cold of the night, would have removed his coat and sort of haphazardly tossed it over Ain's shoulders, mumbling something about how his scrawny ass needs it more than him.
It smells like cigarettes and whiskey, should he have decided to keep it on. Maybe it would make him look even more like a tired woman, except this time he'd look like a tired taken woman.
Anyway-
Somehow, Wolfwood manages to limp alongside Ain into the inn in a way that doesn't suggest that he got fucked up the ass quite as much as you'd suspect, though it also means he has to be careful with the way he carries himself so it isn't obvious what part of him is aching. Someone on the outside looking in might think he sprained his ankle on the road or something, it's fine, this sort of thing happens all the time.
What he wasn't expecting was for Ain to purchase one room. As in one, single, just one for the both of them. But...he guesses they're traveling together anyway, and it is cheaper...mm.
He ducks his head forwards once they make it to the door, and just as Ain is pushing it open, Wolfwood catches it with the toe of his boot.]
Hang on. You're fine payin' for all this yourself?
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Now, there is one addition that may or may not have happened, depending on if Ain allowed it or freaked out and took it off, but...Wolfwood, upon seeing Ain shivering in the cold of the night, would have removed his coat and sort of haphazardly tossed it over Ain's shoulders, mumbling something about how his scrawny ass needs it more than him.
It smells like cigarettes and whiskey, should he have decided to keep it on. Maybe it would make him look even more like a tired woman, except this time he'd look like a tired taken woman.
Anyway-
Somehow, Wolfwood manages to limp alongside Ain into the inn in a way that doesn't suggest that he got fucked up the ass quite as much as you'd suspect, though it also means he has to be careful with the way he carries himself so it isn't obvious what part of him is aching. Someone on the outside looking in might think he sprained his ankle on the road or something, it's fine, this sort of thing happens all the time.
What he wasn't expecting was for Ain to purchase one room. As in one, single, just one for the both of them. But...he guesses they're traveling together anyway, and it is cheaper...mm.
He ducks his head forwards once they make it to the door, and just as Ain is pushing it open, Wolfwood catches it with the toe of his boot.]
Hang on. You're fine payin' for all this yourself?