-Wherever you want me.”

-He tuts in feigned annoyance, tugging him closer by that hand, wrapping both large arms around Silco’s hips as he shifts his weight.

“Works well enough for me though,” he laughs out, short & breathy as he hugs Silco closer, bumping noses lightly, voice lowering.

“M’all yours, little bird.—

He melts into that devious hand of his as it cups his face, reaching up to cover it with his own big paw.

Turning his scruffy jaw against it to press a kiss to his palm, that suggestion earns the smaller a raised brow, amusement narrowing Vander’s gaze.

“That what goes for romancin’ round here?”—

-leaning down to steal the smoke from his lips with a soft, slow inhale just a breath from his mouth.

"I [ am ] old though, luv. Can't expect me to keep my fair looks as well as you have."

He feigns an offended & hurt little pout, lightly pursing his lips with the puppiest of eyes down at the lanky man, a hand moving to rest over his ribs.

"You sayin' I look old & tired, luv? Sure know how to romance a man, don't you?"

His eyes squint with mirth as a smile breaks across his face,--

Grunting softly out of the light doze he’d been in, surprising a thick cloud of the bitter smoke from his lips as his hands automatically cup those slight hips.

Huffing out a scoffed chuckle he leans back, watching him with fond amusement.

“Well, y’learn to love it,” he rumbles, voice pitched low.

[ Gro a n - ]

He got so distracted & up in his feelings last night he left the water on somewhere & now his basement’s a bit flooded.

Sighing, he gets the push broom & some buckets, scooping everything up to throw in the big filter & redistribute.

Hmm...

Peppermint tea...?

Or maybe a nice ginger with a touch of honey & lemon. Either should do wonders on an upset belly...

-been leaning on, soft gaze going far away, tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth as an old familiar sting settles behind his eyes.

The lounge shut down for the night, he had been letting the old, restored jukebox play on as he wiped down a pretty little glass after washing it.

Pausing as the words of a new song catch his attention.

Gaze falling with the glass as he slowly lowers it down, resting it on the same counter he had-

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Might lose you in the compost bin, if we're bein' real here pretty baby.

-mouth round 'em if you please. They're a lil skittish & bristly, rough upbringing, you understand."

Rolling up his sleeves, baring a number of tattoos, to reach into the sink full of soapy water & soaking utensils.

"You got somewhere to go when you remember what end your ass is on?"

-head, setting down some cans of purified water & a mug of coffee, black, for him to take his pick.

Going back to the kitchen to clean up what he'd used.

"Yes, I have a kid. Not blood maybe, but they're mine." All his kids had been regardless where they came from. "Kindly ask that y'watch your--

"Janna's windy tits, boy-" he scoffs out, shaking his head at the scene, concern edging his whiskered face. He hadn't tested more than Blue's weight on the damned thing, & he's still in the process of renovating the place.

"Not what I meant when I said use the handrail-"

Sighing, he shakes his--

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