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「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Keeping out of range of Jiaoqiu was one thing (Vash felt poorly of the fact that he was rather thankful for the fox man being blind) - keeping the development on the left side of his face from his squatting doppelganger (or anyone else) was another matter altogether.

Right now his back was to the blond who sat idly at the kitchen island - he was prepping some meat on the countertop. Jiaoqiu had showed him how to make some sort of meat bun recently - he couldn't remember the name of them right now though.

"You should really start sleeping at your own place." His voice was soft, no edge to it at all.

Legato would still go to the bonfires regardless of company, but... it would be nice. He was sure Badou would appear at some point to sample everyone's dishes, but his friend had a lot of other people to talk to and things to do and he was already going to ask him to go to the market. It was nice to have more people to spend time with than just Badou anyway.

It's only after he'd already headed out from home, with several boxes of donuts balanced in his arms, that he wonders if Vash actually knows anything about how to work a phone. Or when and where the festival actually is. With a sigh to himself, he carefully stashes the donuts in the container strapped to the back of his motorcycle and pulls his phone out of his pocket again

[Text to: Vash 🕰] I can come get you, if you'd like.

Maybe he'll just give it a bit to let Vash reply before he goes anywhere. The donuts will be fine waiting a while. It feels a little silly that he'd gotten so used to a phone he forgot to wonder if anyone else knew how to use it.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- "...Hey, fellas. maybe we can just move on... what d'ya say, huh?"

He had poked his nose where he didn't belong yet again. Vash had seen a scuffle and decided to intervene - as he'd caught the appearance of a gun in one of the men's pockets. Needless to say, things had quickly taken a turn for the worse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" he hissed, going as fast as he possibly could.

Vash skittered around the small street corner and out of another alleyway that he'd swerved into in an attempt to get away, running as fast as he could with red coat and black hair bobbing along. He was slippery, but as always seemed to be the case, these guys were persistent.

He twisted around slightly as he heard the men clamoring after him, still running forward and -

Vash slammed directly into somebody else. Those tinted marksman glasses were crushed against his face. He smacked foreheads - It was enough of a collision to knock both of them to the ground alongside whatever the other had been carrying.

The black-haired plant groaned slight. "Sorry, sorry... here, lemme help..."

He was already scrambling back to his feet... until he paused half way as he caught a glimpse of the other person. He did a double take.

That was - "HUH?"

He stared back at a face that was a near mirror of his own.

Sometimes, it was easy enough to just pull on a hoodie or a hat and escape notice. Sometimes it didn't matter, and he had to pretend to be this persona extra hard.

He'd tried not playing along. Elendira had needed to take him to the hospital after he'd collapsed from the pain in his head. It wasn't often worth the pain to try breaking out of the role he'd been assigned.

"Twenty on three, please," he said, hardly glancing around as he fished in his wallet for the money for his gas. Ah, there it was. Money in hand, he glances up-

And pauses, blinking.

It's Vash, or one of them. A familiar face. There's a flicker of hope before it gets ruthlessly squashed. No one knows, no one else will know and he can't stray from his role. His head is already starting to hurt.

"Ah... here."

move my muse || guide: my muse holding their shoulders

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash looked back at the other him. He craned his head as hard as he could.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- He had almost stepped on the little brown bag outside of his door. He'd noticed it in time though and Vash looked around before slowly bending down to pick up the bag. Even though it had only been a short time... Loki has successfully made him wary of any sort of gifts. Especially after the logus fruit incident.

Well... he hadn't been really planning on doing anything other than checking the mail.

Honestly, the fact that it was his birthday (their birthday) had entirely slipped his mind. He'd never really celebrated before or done anything of the sort. Aside from the once. ...And that had been more than enough for him.

Vash brought the odd little package inside of the villa. He looked it over. No note. No anything to say who it was from. If felt hefty, though.

He dumped everything out onto the kitchen island countertop.

...Gun oil. Leather gloves. A small mess kit.

Vash looked back towards the door. The only people he could really think of who would get him something like this were Legato or the other Vash. Given how he'd seen Legato flinch at the very sight of the gun -

injuries+aid

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- It was weird patching up... himself. Well, not exactly himself but close enough. Almost. Anyways, it was still weird.

Even weirder as he was in the middle of asking the other Vash to... take off his pants. Because he'd sat on something sharp and broken.

"How'd ya even - .....I don't wanna know... Just hurry up an' take em' off..."