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Oh? Is she a gourmet? [Or is Wolfwood walking from the inn a convenient excuse not to be seen in public with whatever gender Ain is presenting as today? Can't accuse them of being on a date if they come from separate locations, you know.] Haha, it's not that far. Putting an inn away from a restaurant loses money, don't you think? Not that this little town is too big either way.

[He hums. Down the pasture they go, until they reach that gate, and then Ain hops down to open it and usher the horses through before he springs back onto Elria.

...]

I take it you wanna get down and steer your own horse? Can't be seen riding on the back of the saddle of someone who prefers to get bent over every night, right?

[do you prefer to get bent over though Ain, because like,

you have stepped on this man and threatened to top him last night.]

[Hahaha what? Nooo why would you think that...

Wolfwood is doing a piss poor job of covering for himself, and at this point it's hard to tell if he's doing is on purpose or subconsciously. Either way, he is relieved that Ain doesn't question him on why on earth he'd want to do that, though something tells him in just the coy way he responds that he's probably suspicious either way...

Oh, right, yeah he should. Probably do that. His ass is going numb from sitting up on this barrel of a horse for so long.]

Yeah...probably not.

[He slides off of her (and stumbles when he lands), giving Elria a little pat before he walks over and climbs his way up onto Angelina. Meanwhile, Angelina immediately scoots back over to stand next to Elria like :)]

I didn't mind comin' out here, by the way. It was actually pretty nice.

[Heterosexual horse owners will be like "aww look at those two horses they're best friends :) we love a family :) wowe" and meanwhile Ain's gay ass is out here like "aww they're GIRLFRIENDS!!!" but he thinks if he calls the horses gay that Wolfwood will flip out. So!

The horses are friends :) historians will say they were best friends et cetera. Toward town they go, then, while the horses bump into each other the whole way. It's a little hard to steer like this but hey. All good.]

Oh? I'm glad, haha! The cacti are pretty when they bloom. And I bet the mountains have a bunch of pretty flowers!!

[Ain likes flowers.

Ain lives in the wrong place to see lots of flowers.]

[Yeah sorry to tell you Ain, this is definitely the worst place you could have chosen to live in that case...but whatever floats his boat, Wolfwood supposes. He's not the hugest fan of the heat and the sand, but he's here too. Sometimes you take what you can get in this world, because actually moving someplace more favorable is never an easy task. Ergo, the mountains.]

Y'think? Wouldn't the snow just kill 'em all, though?

[He asks as they pull up towards the Inn, where they presumably will break off for a moment so Wolfwood can awkwardly catch up on foot while Ain takes Elria the rest of the way to the restaurant.]

They regrow???

[Wolfwood there's this wild thing about plants

they usually come back.]

Well, whatever. [You're a lil dumb but he likes that in a man.] Here, this is your stop. The restaurant is down the road back where we came from, turn right down the alleyway over there, [pointing,] and you'll find it. Be seeing you~.

[Unless Wolfwood decides to bail, which Ain won't blame him for, but like. He's getting food either way, headed there now to park Elria in front of the trough and let her eat More Stuff.]

[Sorry Ain, the heterosexual man you have chosen to spend your time with is also stupid. Like, he genuinely just stares at the back of Ain's head for a moment as he says that, like he isn't quite sure what he said wrong.

He'll get it later, when thoughts of boy aren't clouding his brain and making him even more stupid. For right now, he gives a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement as he stops Angelina by the Inn, sliding off her back so he can put her in the stable.

Ain and Elria, meanwhile, will hear Angelina sadly whinny after them like :( where going

Sorry Angelina, Wolfwood's self loathing and homophobia means you have to stay here. No hanging out with the girlies for you tonight, unfortunately. He doesn't end up bailing on Ain though, miraculously. He takes a moment at the Inn to drop off his shit and freshen up before heading back out just as the sun sets, walking all the way to the restaurant with his boots jingling as he goes.

So, where's Ain? Did he wait outside for him, or did he go on inside?]

[Sorry Angelina, your dad is going through some changes right now and he doesn't want to talk about them. You will see your friend again because it turns out, Ain is bad at saying "no, I'm gonna dip because I'm a criminal" and Wolfwood is bad at not giving into temptation. The temptation being Ain's ass. Anyway.

Ain is waiting outside, and it looks like he's re-done up his makeup so that he's leaning more on the feminine side. He's aware of the social ramifications himself, even if he really just wants Wolfwood to admit he likes guys more than anything, so it would be bad to present as "vaguely?? some kind of young masculine dude??? out here with a super masculine dude????" this is how we cloak our gays. Ain is twinky enough to make it work.

The lipgloss is fucking Pink, and he looks like he's applied some sort of powder to his cheekbones, light and subtle, just to make him look like he's blushing a little. Demure. Cute.

Hi Wolfwood. :) ]

You made it!

[Okay, you know what? He...weirdly does appreciate the care Ain has taken to make himself seem more feminine than masculine in this instance. He can't say for sure if it was done on purpose for his sake or not, but either way that probably doesn't matter much. It just takes a bit of the social pressure off of Wolfwood, while also opening up the floodgates for him to realize that it's not the feminine appearance he's attracted to, but the man underneath.

Hoo boy. Here we go.

He walks up with his hands buried in his pockets, trying to ignore the subtle heat in his cheeks that's mostly covered by the brisk evening wind blowing at his face.]

Yup. What, you think I was just gonna skip out on dinner?

[Wolfwood sure is handsome. Ugh... this isn't fair. Ain has been known to Look in the past, of course, he's like this with men and he wants to stare at them... but god. Wolfwood really is all rugged and handsome and god please just admit you love men he wants to sit on your face :(

Sigh.]

I had my fears.

[You know, because Ain is A Man, and Wolfwood knows he is, even if the general populace in this town are Mostly Confused about him. Is he a man? Is he a woman? He's stealing your wallet.]

Come on. We can get a table near the back, I think.

[He is stealing your wallet, and Wolfwood knows damn well he's lucky Ain hasn't stolen his yet. Why is that? He's still not entirely sure, but maybe he'll figure it out once they've been on the road together and have had just soooooooooooo much gay sex like oh my god being out in the secluded desert with just Ain is going to fuck Wolfwood up for real.

He'll follow him on towards the back, only removing his hat from his head once they've taken their seats proper. It's pretty busy here tonight since this town is smallish and not everyone wants to go to a saloon to eat, but since Ain is doing a good enough job of passing, people aren't paying them too much attention. Like sure, some definitely wonder, but it's not enough for them to give Wolfwood any kinds of weird looks.]

You been to this place before now?

[Listen. Androgynous women also exist, and it's still straight to fuck one, ain't no one gonna question it. Unless you're also a girl. And then that's gay as fuck.

Anyway, Ain sits with his legs crossed under the table, nice and fruity, and obviously no REAL MAN would cross his legs like this so Obviously that is a woman and not the most Gender man you've ever seen in your life.]

Once... mm, two days ago, when I first arrived. It was the first place I stopped off at because it was getting late and I was hungry from travelling.

[The menu is pretty simple: meat and potatoes, veggie dishes, soups, stuff like that. This place is leaning a little into the French cuisine side of the old west, and while it isn't fancy, there's stuff Ain can't even pronounce on there. Good signs. He will order something he can say the name of so he doesn't sound like he's choking because French is like that.]

I did really like the steak. I might get that again, since I'll need to have a little energy for tomorrow.

Yeah? I'll prolly get that too, then. Ain't often you get to have steak.

[Especially not a good one. It will be expensive, sure, but Wolfwood is a man who loves his meat (lol). He'll also be ordering beer against his better judgement despite what ended up happening the night prior, it's fine they're not planning on spending the night tonight together or anything. Just the subsequent who-knows-how-many nights on the road together. It's different.

It becomes clear just how people are seeing them when their waitress comes by to take their orders, letting Wolfwood take his before turning to Ain and saying completely innocently "And for you, ma'am?". Ain is very pretty, clearly.]

[Good, it's working. Ain doesn't mind being seen as a Pretty Woman if it a) gets people off his back and b) gets people off of Wolfwood's back. He has that advantage over some of the burlier gay guys. If the patriarchy finds out he can shapeshift, they're going to tell the church—

Ain completely innocently answers back that he would like to have a steak as well, please and thank you miss, and could he get a glass of wine? And she's like yes of course sweetheart and there she goes. Burly men don't drink WINE they drink BEER. Ain wants his smashed grapes please.

They totally won't end up in bed together, nope.]

If there's one thing a tiny town like this has going for it, it's the food in this particular joint. I'm not too picky about food, but I do like it when it's actually tasty and not whatever over-salted mess they serve at the saloon.

Over-salted? Says the guy who was having his fill of the peanuts earlier.

[Wolfwood retorts, shaking his head a little as he picks up his glass once their drinks are brought over, taking a swig of beer. Disgusting, just how he likes it (I'm sorry to beer drinkers everywhere).]

I'm countin' on your word, in that case. This place's food better be great, your reputation is on the line.

Peanuts are different. That's a snack.

[Don't get technical with him mister he'll bite you.]

My reputation, huh? I didn't know I had one!

[Well. Yes he does, but not that one. His reputation for Crime is not on the line.

Anyway he's going to gently kick Wolfwood's shin under the table. Bonk bonk bonk.]

[Wow! Rude. Wolfwood snorts, and after Ain kicks his shin a couple times, he'll bring the side of his other boot around to block the next kick, pressing the toe of it back against the sole of Ain's. They are playing footsie under the table-]

Maybe in this town you do. You've been turnin' heads ever since you got here. Ain't you noticed?

[Honestly people mostly are like "what is the gender", while others are completely fooled and are just like "wow...prety..."]

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[Sips his wine... Plays footsies... Ah, yes, this feels like a date. It's not, of course. Ain doesn't go on dates with straight boys who can't even ride their damn horses to the restaurant with him, but it feels like one.

Sips wine harder. God, don't look at him you hot ass straight boy.]

Mm... I guess, kind of? I've been ignoring it. I'm good at that.

[He notices when he wants to notice and doesn't when he doesn't care. Like now, for example, when he's clearly just trying to get through dinner and playing footsies with a Heterosexual Man. He's vibin.]

[Wolfwood is learning, slowly. Very very slowly. He's working on being less of a toxic presence! It's just difficult for him to unlearn, you understand.]

They might as well quit lookin' anyway. You're-

[With me. No.]

-busy. Right?

[Yeah uh huh busy sure]

[Ain gets it but also pleaaaaaaaase admit that you think he's pretty and kiss him, it's not that he's pining it's that men in denial drive him hog wild, especially when they've already fucked him once?? Goddd ugh.

He's getting overinvested, actually, he needs to step back. But boy pretty... he likes to stare at boy... sigh. Ain's love life, or lack thereof, is so pathetic. Of course he's weirdly attached to this guy who he keeps saying he'll rob blind.]

People are going to look no matter what, [he says casually, leaning back in his seat,] even if I'm busy, even if I'm spending my time having dinner with someone. Let them look.

[He drops his voice to a murmur, leaning his cheek against his palm.]

There's a reason I did my makeup a little before we came in.

[Listen he's obviously edging you on purpose Ain, he's out here playing the long game. It's clear that Wolfwood is going through something though, which might be better than nothing at all...]

Oh yeah? Somehow I knew you'd like the attention.

[Gee, I wonder why.]

How long does it take you to put all that on anyway?

"All that"? [Ain asks, baffled,] It's lipstick and a little bit of blush. Maybe... two minutes? Three if I don't have a handheld mirror on me?

[??????????????????]

You realise I just look like this, right? Freckles and all?

[The long eyelashes, too, are completely natural. The plump lips are natural, they're just painted pink right now. The soft skin? Not covered, he is just this soft.]

[Wolfwood looks...genuinely surprised. Like he thought the majority of Ain's "pretty" look was just from him applying loads of makeup. Ain was wearing makeup the night they fucked too, and most of the time it was still on him, sans when they took a bath together.]

Really? Well you can't blame me for bein' a little surprised by that, can you?

[You're...A MAN, he wants to say. Would have maybe said, before...but for some reason, he thinks better of it.

Conveniently, this is right as their food is being delivered, so it's probably for the best.]

[Meanwhile the waitress probably heard that and was like damn I wish I was that pretty :/ au naturale up in this bitch smh :/ yeah sorry he's actually a man with major twink genes it's fine. His whole family was obnoxiously beautiful, Ain just prefers to distance himself from it. This bloodline dies with him etc.]

Mm... no, I can't blame you. I could do eye makeup, but I don't really prefer to. It's a lot to wash off at the end of the night. I've done it before...

[You know, to sell the bit.]

I dunno. I guess I'm blessed, huh?

[What the fuck. What the fuck?? Here he thought learning about Ain's makeup routine would help him feel less bad about being attracted to him, knowing it was mostly just fabricated, but here he is just...naturally beautiful???

Now Wolfwood is feeling even more conflicted, his heart thudding a bit too hard in his chest as he reaches for his silverware.]

...yeah. I guesso.

[He swallows hard, but it does nothing to get his heart back into his chest. No, it's made for itself a home right there in his throat, beating frantically.]

Guess everybody can't look so......nice.

[Aww, Wolfwood... you're trying so hard. To be clear, Ain doesn't see through this one; it's not an insult or gay or against God to admit that someone else is attractive. Like, sure, if you're toxic masculine all the time that's probably true, you can't just look at a man and go "hey he's good-looking (platonic)" but if you're NORMAL you sure can. Ain has, uh, very rarely looked at a man and gone "he's good-looking but I wouldn't sit on his face" so he's a bad example, however he has looked at girls and gone "she's so pretty! (platonic)" so it sort of counts?

He's gay. What do you want from him.]

Thanks, haha. You could say I come from good stock... mm, if you take away the cultlike behaviour and the hatred and all that. My family are all very beautiful people and I want nothing to do with them.

[Cuts his steak, takes a bite.]

You look nice too, you know. I'm not just saying that, but I think you know that about me already. It's a lot more than me being physically attracted to you, though. It's like... I guess, when you see someone good-looking and you turn heads? Like you were saying about me a second ago. You're that, but masculine.

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