Jul 21, 2024
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"we are on an entirely new planet. whatever rules we make up count"
β"I grew up on this planet, Vash I know the law."
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@humanitysong replied to your post:
"we are on an entirely new planet. whatever rules we make up count"
β"I grew up on this planet, Vash I know the law."
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they had to enter the town for some supplies and new clothes. while knives handles the supplies, vash sneaks away for a moment. he returns within a time that he knows won't stress out his brother too much and he appears with some bags of second ( or probably fourth ) hand clothes.
people ask the twins if they won't stay, after all they are barely teens but they decline. it's not until they are outside of the town that the blond looks through his bag and pulls out a gift wrapped in newspapers. "happy birthday" it's a book about turtles.
despite everything, they're still brothers, right?
He scowls, shoving the book into his bag with a mutter of wasting time and resources at Vash. But the book does go into his bag.
If he reads it later when Vash is asleep, that's his business.
he's holding mister pasta on his lap while watching knives be all diligent in his studies before he dramatically flops to the side, groaning "see mister pasta? we've been replaced by books. just you and me! we'll have to play space cowboys all alone. knives a nerd now..." honestly if knives won't stop being a nerd vash would have to give him a noogie.
"Stop trying to turn Mr Pasta against me. He's my friend, not yours. And he thinks I should study." If he was going to beat Vash's score then he needed to study more.
"You're just mad I'm going to do better than you on tomorrow's test."
β Β of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me.Β β
She clings with an odd desperation to the gift Vash bestows upon her: an assortment box of candies, no doubt ones that he probably had to fight tooth and nail for at the vendor.
"Everything..?" Mona glances down, quietly studying the decorations on the box, lifting its lid to peer at the contents. It's the exact ones she had mentioned just offhand at some point, failing to remember she even had mentioned them to Vash until now.
She hasn't had these since...
Mona smiles, soft and melancholy, as the lid closes once again, hoping he will miss the slight glistening in her eyes. "Thank you, Vash.. This was... so kind of you!"
Sit because he's basically an oversized puppy
nonverbal | accepting
...!
"...Hello..!" Mona's initial shock morphs into something more pleasant, welcoming him, reveling in the physical contact.
...Even if his actions means that her papers she had strategically mapped out on the floor have now scattered uncontrollably. But no matter. She had been in the need for a break anyway, pulling her concentration from the eternally ill plant before her to the blond cyclone now atop her. At least she had already been sitting on the ground. Mona flashes him a warm smile before shuffling to retrieve at least some of her work into a neater pile.
"What's my favorite outlaw doing? Someone bored..~?"
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"oh we have to run..." the towns people recognized them from the wanted posters. vash grabs knives by the collar - mostly to make sure he cannot kill anyone - and opens the door to a car, throwing them both in.
only that vash scrambles away from the driver's seat onto the passenger one "floor it !" surely his brother knows how to drive, right? he always claimed to be better at everything!
"What." What made Vash think he knew how to drive? "Why are you shoving me into the driver's seat??? Don't you have a reporter for this bullshit?"
He had, hadn't he? Knives remembered her, short and loud and annoying. "Why don't you drive?"
Catch ~ π
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catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
After a few drinks (often compliments of his fans, once his performance is over), it's easy to fall into a rhythm while dancing. The atmosphere at his bar is always jovial, welcoming, and warm. It's such a stark contrast to the bars Midvalley had gotten used to performing at all those years ago.
Now, he can be on the dance floor, laughing, chatting, flirting, dancing...
Drink in hand, he excuses himself from a party of patrons and backs away only to bump into someone behind him. He knew he was getting drunk, but he didn't think he was already 'bumping into people' drunk.
"Sorβ" Midvalley begins to turn to apologize to whoever he bumped into, but is interrupted by long fingers winding around his hip. He looks down at his captor's hand, only to see the familiar glass-blue hand of his most recent companion (and bedfellow), Vash. Vash reels the soloist in like a prized catch, running his fingers from chest to thigh seductively.
"Well hello there, handsome," Midvalley coos, allowing himself to be manhandled, "Feeling handsy tonight, are we?"
"I owe you an 'I told you so' ...told you it can be fun with the right person"
"I am going to actually kill you, Vash." He stares at him flatly, before his gaze shifts to the left. "Go away."