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SeeD 6 - Raindrops in the Sand
WHO: Vash, + Libra, Rren, Varian, Wolfwood
WHERE: Some places in Kaisou, Kanto Stable Gate, etc
WHEN: Mid-May
WHAT: Vash and his sidequests for the month! Still can't help himself.
WARNINGS: Likely violence for the ones with wolfwood + rren, fighting might be involved. Will update if needed.
(Click on the Arrow to reveal post!)
Honestly, take it from me. While I'm ALL for the kind of nonsense that involves people in need? I can tell you first hand, that there's no such thing as a 'lucky' anything. Unless there's actually a magic spell on that ball that gives them luck, they'd do just as well with ANY of the other balls they have.
[ listen he is an EXPERT when it comes to matters involving LUCK!!! he gives a little sigh, but then turns his head to give his enby buddy a bright smile anyway. ] But hey. You know, I've definitely gone on worse missions and had worse outcomes. Remind me to tell you how I got the bunnies on the farm one day.
[ but that's neither here nor there. ]
So, what's a dog park, anyway. Neither of us are dogs, so... getting in might be a bit troublesome. Might have to be a stealth mission?
You brought those knitting needles those dumb plants spat out at me a week or so ago, right? Those should help out a little, their supplies are a little thin, here...
[ vash is sitting at the table they've been shown by the helpers they signed up to volunteer with, and he's going through piles of very rough looking clothing, torn and with holes in various places...
he's sewn his own clothing together dozens of times and he's not bad at this kind of work! But. The thing was, he didn't think about it until he arrived here... but.
Sewing and knitting was sort of a two-handed task, wasn't it?
He's looking at Libra weakly. ]
Sorry that it looks like you're gonna' be doing the lion's share of the work here. I can work on matching up torn parts and--
[ oh god that's a buneary runnin right across the table, scattering balls of yarn as he goes. Vash is gonna get up and try to grab the thing. ]
[ probably after the meeting with the kid at his farm, the whole fiasco with showing the guy his neat bullet-dodging power as well as testing out a new arm prototype the guy has been making for him--it was easy, as far as vash was concerned, to want to spend some more time with the guy. that's what you do when you're trying to make a friend, right? do things, spend time with them? he remembered the last time he went to Kanto, with Waver, and that'd been a fun trip that had ended with him getting to know the professor a bit better, so.
It was easy enough to suggest to Varian--a man who boasted great skill with gadjets and alchemy--that a trip to the Kanto region might be fun. Both for profit, and to learn more things about the little round friends that came from the stable gate.
And that's how Vash finds himself walking with the shorter man--a tiny little apple-shaped worm sitting carry in his wide coat-collar as they make their way inside. ]
Have you been here before? I mean, you've been in the city longer than I have, right?
Last time I was here it was mostly for a vacation so I didn't spend a lot of time lookin' at the flora or anything like that.
[ are hot peppers in kanto gonna look different than they do back on earth.... ]
[ he built a hammock between two of the biggest apple trees in the small orchard near the cottage. That's where he's currently sitting, with Applin sitting atop his head, staring at his phone with a measure of discomfort on his face.
It's been about two, three nights since the impromptu campfire party with Dante, and while the memory itself was a fantastically good one--he's having a bit of a worry about the certain part of himself that returned that night.
So, now's a good time to go looking for a distraction. He's brought up the Libra mission board that Yuu had shown him, when he'd first arrived, looking. Looking for... Something fun, something simple to get his mind off it--to pretend he isn't worried about the possibility that exists that he may just one day grow that horrifying cannon--
He shakes his head as he hears the approach of footsteps, trying to quickly erase the growing look of worry off his face as he turns his head to see who it is. Being here for two months, almost three now--he's used to getting random visitors and is always excited to see them. His eyes fall upon his oldest friend, and he places his phone down on his knee--raising his one hand to wave at Wolfwood as he approaches. ]
Did you have a good trip out into town?
I told you, you could take Brad whenever you wanted, you didn't have to walk.
Especially not carrying that thing.
WHERE: Some places in Kaisou, Kanto Stable Gate, etc
WHEN: Mid-May
WHAT: Vash and his sidequests for the month! Still can't help himself.
WARNINGS: Likely violence for the ones with wolfwood + rren, fighting might be involved. Will update if needed.
(Click on the Arrow to reveal post!)
Do Not Look at the Dog Park👁️ (for Rren)
Honestly, take it from me. While I'm ALL for the kind of nonsense that involves people in need? I can tell you first hand, that there's no such thing as a 'lucky' anything. Unless there's actually a magic spell on that ball that gives them luck, they'd do just as well with ANY of the other balls they have.
[ listen he is an EXPERT when it comes to matters involving LUCK!!! he gives a little sigh, but then turns his head to give his enby buddy a bright smile anyway. ] But hey. You know, I've definitely gone on worse missions and had worse outcomes. Remind me to tell you how I got the bunnies on the farm one day.
[ but that's neither here nor there. ]
So, what's a dog park, anyway. Neither of us are dogs, so... getting in might be a bit troublesome. Might have to be a stealth mission?
Cotton the Act☁️ (for Libra)
You brought those knitting needles those dumb plants spat out at me a week or so ago, right? Those should help out a little, their supplies are a little thin, here...
[ vash is sitting at the table they've been shown by the helpers they signed up to volunteer with, and he's going through piles of very rough looking clothing, torn and with holes in various places...
he's sewn his own clothing together dozens of times and he's not bad at this kind of work! But. The thing was, he didn't think about it until he arrived here... but.
Sewing and knitting was sort of a two-handed task, wasn't it?
He's looking at Libra weakly. ]
Sorry that it looks like you're gonna' be doing the lion's share of the work here. I can work on matching up torn parts and--
[ oh god that's a buneary runnin right across the table, scattering balls of yarn as he goes. Vash is gonna get up and try to grab the thing. ]
Red Hot Chili Peppers🌶️ (for Varian)
[ probably after the meeting with the kid at his farm, the whole fiasco with showing the guy his neat bullet-dodging power as well as testing out a new arm prototype the guy has been making for him--it was easy, as far as vash was concerned, to want to spend some more time with the guy. that's what you do when you're trying to make a friend, right? do things, spend time with them? he remembered the last time he went to Kanto, with Waver, and that'd been a fun trip that had ended with him getting to know the professor a bit better, so.
It was easy enough to suggest to Varian--a man who boasted great skill with gadjets and alchemy--that a trip to the Kanto region might be fun. Both for profit, and to learn more things about the little round friends that came from the stable gate.
And that's how Vash finds himself walking with the shorter man--a tiny little apple-shaped worm sitting carry in his wide coat-collar as they make their way inside. ]
Have you been here before? I mean, you've been in the city longer than I have, right?
Last time I was here it was mostly for a vacation so I didn't spend a lot of time lookin' at the flora or anything like that.
[ are hot peppers in kanto gonna look different than they do back on earth.... ]
Got a Deal for You!💀 (for Wolfwood)
[ he built a hammock between two of the biggest apple trees in the small orchard near the cottage. That's where he's currently sitting, with Applin sitting atop his head, staring at his phone with a measure of discomfort on his face.
It's been about two, three nights since the impromptu campfire party with Dante, and while the memory itself was a fantastically good one--he's having a bit of a worry about the certain part of himself that returned that night.
So, now's a good time to go looking for a distraction. He's brought up the Libra mission board that Yuu had shown him, when he'd first arrived, looking. Looking for... Something fun, something simple to get his mind off it--to pretend he isn't worried about the possibility that exists that he may just one day grow that horrifying cannon--
He shakes his head as he hears the approach of footsteps, trying to quickly erase the growing look of worry off his face as he turns his head to see who it is. Being here for two months, almost three now--he's used to getting random visitors and is always excited to see them. His eyes fall upon his oldest friend, and he places his phone down on his knee--raising his one hand to wave at Wolfwood as he approaches. ]
Did you have a good trip out into town?
I told you, you could take Brad whenever you wanted, you didn't have to walk.
Especially not carrying that thing.
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Of course I didn't get an animal. You're the one that's bound and determined to have a whole homestead menagerie, not me. I found that store you told me about--the one you got the cat ears from? I was trying to see if they had any way to reverse the curse in stock, and they didn't, but you know what they did have?
[ it's parked just outside the--archway? that comes into the garden, because Wolfwood felt weird about driving onto the soft, sweet grass inside of the farm, but sitting on the road leading up to their home is a thick, black and chrome motorcycle with the Cross Punisher carefully leaned into the sidecar. ]
They had like. Three or four bikes for stupid cheap, right--there was a pretty red number that you probably would've picked up, but there were a couple of other people eyeing the bikes up while I was there, so it's probably all gone, but check this pretty lady out. [ he seems so pleased with himself, sliding right into the main seat with a grin, leaning on the handlebars. ]
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he's following behind him quickly, before keeping pace with him, head up to listen to the other talk. ] It's not a menagerie, it just keeps happening! Rabbit and the Shoebill were not my fault, they just followed me home and showed up. The only one I really got on Purpose was Fritter--
[ which YOU ended up naming because it HATED him for the same week he'd brought the little fucker home. Little fucker who's currently snoozing atop his head.
But that's forgotten in the next few moments as Vash stops DEAD to look at the motorcycle now sitting in the front area to the garden entranceway. His mouth falls open with shock and... ]
Angelica? [ the first words that fall out of his mouth as he LITERALLY runs out to take a look at the bike. it's definitely different than the one they had back home, but. it's so close enough--with a sidecar and everything--that he almost feels like crying when he looks at it. head coming up to give wolfwood the biggest, stupidest grin he can imagine. ]
--It's beautiful? She's beautiful. As nice as a red one might have been, this one... this one is perfect.
[ he knew you were... just like his wolfwood. even down to his tastes... he's still nico. ]
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he sits so proud on his bike, only mildly confused by Vash blurting? a name of all things? ]
I didn't realize you two were on a first name basis. Should I leave you and her in a room while you catch up on old times? [ and he's still. teasing. still easy, still gentle, propping his chin up on his hand as he's draped over the handlebars, sunglasses sliding down so he can give Vash a good, appraising look. ]
Eh, the red one was all shiny and new and one of those little dunehopper looking bikes--I don't trust that kind of stuff, it breaks down too easy and costs a leg to repair. But a big beast like this, well. That's something that's built for the long haul and has a face to match, you know?
Plus it's got a sidecar. Little slinky red number didn't have a sidecar.
[ Wolfwood is Wolfwood all the way down, isn't he? ]
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like the bike. THE bike. He's so excited, even as Wolfwood continues to tease him. He's not even mad at you for saying something so weird, man. ]
No, no, it's just--
Me and you travelled across Noman's Land for years on this. I'm--really bad at driving it, so you'll have to excuse me if I don't want to get behind her handlebars but it's...
Amazing that you found it. And for cheap...?
[ he remembers the costly repairs they often had to wait for days to get finished... he's giddy. ]
She's a way fancier model than the one back home, too. Which means she'll probably break down way less? An easy way to get to and from town, a sidecar to carry stuff in...
[ he's gonna lift his head and GRIN at Wolfwood. ]
This is honestly amazing.
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Well. Ain't that serendipity. Maybe other me ain't such a big idiot after all.
[ he soaks in the praise, in Vash's happiness, and there's a sort of... peace that settles on him for once as they have nothing to fight about--there's no ideology that has to be debated, no thinly veiled to outright accusations to throw around, no alcohol to make things Weird, it's just two guys enjoying a thing. ]
Sooo.
Are we going cruising or what?
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[ a little off the path and kind of crazy, but not stupid. he wouldn't call many people stupid, honestly.
but he is--he is SO excited, he is definitely just enjoying what was right here, right in front of him-- ]
YES. YES WE ARE.
[ and all it takes is for wolfwood to ask if they were cruising for Vash to RUN past wolfwood, back to the cottage.
Within minutes he's back, he's dressed, he's got his gun and his wallet--and he doesn't even have to be asked twice before crawling into the side car--doing the usual gymnastics with the cross punisher so the sidecar can carry both of them. ]
I was actually gonna' ask you to help me out on a thing, but let's go for a drive first. [ this is exactly the distraction he needed. ]
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lightning record time, honestly
he gives a low whistle as Vash cajoles this way and that, managing to slot himself in with the Cross Punisher, and man, Wolfwood had been about to start trying to figure that out but. ]
Well. You really are an old pro at this, huh. [ he turns the key and lets the engine rev to life, letting the bike purr for a minute for the two of them as he figures out how much of a turn he's gonna need to do to get them spun around--and then he lifts the bike with his legs, pivoting it on the back wheel, hold on Spikes. ]
I need to fill up on gas, so I was gonna grab my wallet too--wanna get snacks and we can head out to wherever it is you wanna go from there?
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I told you, we did this all the time back home! Not to mention the fact that the side-car in this one is way roomier. I've got leg space. It was way more cramped, not to mention going down the hot desert sands...
Going down the highway in this thing is gonna be a treat.
[ he's seriously giddy, the tone of excitement hasn't left his voice. He's gonna settle with his arms around the punisher, to make sure the thing won't jump or jostle out in case they go over a bump. ]
I'll even pay for the gas myself. It's been ages since we've ridden in this thing.
Snacks are a good idea, too.
And the thing I was looking at, well. It pays 250 bucks and a neat item just for going to find someone's missing package.
Libra has these missions that people post up every month, and this one seems like an easy one we can just do on the way home. Maybe park Angelica at Zulius' theatre and take an hour or two to go look for it.
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[ Other Wolfwood was like, actually, happily a priest and not just technically one in a genocide cult as far as Vash had told--so maybe it's a peace offering that Wolfwood doesn't immediately balk under that man's shadow and reject the one thing they differ so hard on, giving Vash a sly little grin as he revs the engine. ]
Check and see if the radio control's working in that sidecar, yeah? I didn't fuss with it myself, but it's not big deal if it's busted, I guess. Nothing's perfect in life.
[ a busted radio isn't gonna be enough to ruin Wolfwood's day as he takes off--just fast enough to get some wind going through their hair down the rural road, slowing to street speed when they hit pavement, and it's so smooth. the ride is pretty, bike rumbling under Wolfwood as he settles, comfortable, taking the long way to the gas station because they have just enough of a tank to get there and he doesn't want to end it just yet.
but it does have to come to an end--and when it does is when Wolfwood'll speak next, settling them next to a pump and swinging his leg over the motorcycle's leather seat so that he can wait for Vash to go pay for gas. ]
Alright, so. We'll go out on the highway for a bit, then come back to your work and go to your errand idea? That sound like a plan?
[ Wolfwood leans on the bike when they finally come to the gas station, waiting for Vash to go and return with cash on the pump and snacks in hand, watching the meter tick up. ]
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He closes his eyes as that feeling spreads through his body like something warming, cinnamon in tea on a cold morning, the first sip of fine whiskey next to a fire...
His fingers curl against the cross punisher and he can feel something dancing in his throat.
He'll reach to play with the radio, and surprisingly, it crackles to life in moments.
It takes him a moment to find a channel that starts playimg music, but. Vash leans back in his seat when it starts to settle into his ears.
Letting his eyes close as Nicholas gets the bike up to speed, starting down that long and lonely highway towards the city, his heart feeling light.
🎵Not doin' fine but I'm doin' fine
Why you actin' vain for my love, vain for my love
When you got everything that I want?
Why you actin' vain for my blood...🎶
The wind in his hair, music dancing a light in his ears, he almost startles when the bike comes to a slow. Like he'd been lost in time for the last ten, fifteen minutes as they drove, a feeling of genuine happiness having settled in his bones.
He laughs in a nearly sheepish way as he hops out of the sidecar--purposefully bumping against Nico as he scurries inside the station. ]
Sounds like a plan. I'll ask whomever is on staff at Vogue right now to keep an eye on Angelica so you won't have to worry about leaving her alone for a bit.
[ Gas station snacks are easy. Some flavored water to drink, a sleeve of powdered donuts, a pair of cute iced cupcakes...
maybe some beef jerky and potato chips for nico so he doesnt complain about him only buying sweets. He pays for it all and bounces out to meet with his friend with a cheery look on his face. ]
Want a bite before starting out again?
Gas isn't the only tank that should have something in it.
[ hehe. ]
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there's a warmth in his chest too. it's not so much from Vash--his Vash never rode sidecar in their journey, but the edges of being tucked into the backseat half-asleep and venting heat through careful breathing and subtle fighting over the fan comes to mind, and it's almost? comfortable? he can almost look back on it fondly without immediately jumping to how everything ended.
he's trying very hard to let go of how everything ended. it's not going to help him or hurt him here, in the middle of cosmic nowhere, as it were.
he'll do the gas-man duties as Vash buys their stuff and gets the pump turned on, filling the bike for however much Vash put in the tank, grinning when the man goes and grinning when he comes back and tries to entice him to eat before they go. ]
Anybody that steals my bike will meet the business end of my gun.
[ all ends of his gun were the business end, truth be told, but he'll leave whether that means the bullet part or the heavy-ass cross part up in the air as he rolls the bike forward to sit in a parking space instead, turning so that his feet are up on the sidecar as he holds his hand out for his share of the grub. ]
I dunno about you, but I can drive and eat at the same time. If you wanna be a priss about it, though, we can fill up here.
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just gentle cruising music and blue skies.
even as they idle outside the gas station, Vash moving to hand over the bottle of somewhat purple-tinged water (it's blueberry flavored you're welcome), he has to give a little laugh at the man. ]
Look, I can't say I'm the ambassador of safety when it comes to driving things like this, I'm a terrible driver. But even I know you need both hands on your steering wheel to be safe.
Besides, it's not just food, it's water, too! You can't occupy both hands while driving.
Just get a few pieces in you and we can keep going.
I dunno, maybe if I'm feeling nice I can feed you a donut or two as we're cruising if you're so intent.
[ he's gonna stick the other with a pointy grin, handing him the bag of corn chips. ]
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🎵'cause we can't escape this moment, it's a wild crush
we hear the beating of tiger hearts, we feel the blood rush🎵
Wolfwood turns the bike on just enough so that the radio kicks on while he takes the cornchips and berry water from Vash, crossing his legs and propping them up on the sidecar, probably somewhat on what would be Vash's arm, if he still had that one. ]
If you're gonna be riding shotgun, that gives you certain duties! Didn't other me tell you that?
[ the murderers of the Eye of Michael weren't exactly fun, chatty people, but the normal people they lied to were, and there'd been a guy, once, who'd taught Wolfwood about bike etiquette.
Wolfwood takes a sip of his water and doesn't think of what he happened after he confirmed his target, choosing to stop at the normal part of what'd gone down in that town. ]
Co-pilot is responsible for the radio, the map, snack holding for the driver, and shooting bandits and crooked backwater cops. If you can't handle that, ya gotta ride bitch and Cross Punisher, Libra, or Fritter'll have to be shotgun.
[ he smirks at Vash and crunches a chip, before offering the bag over. ]
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I know I have duties!! Listen, I know what I gotta do! You once launched me outta the seat because I was eating donuts in the sidecar and failed to share one with you, you know??
You got so mad about it you tried to make me drive to the next city to where we were, but then I almost crashed and you took over again...
[ he seriously flew, like, ass over teakettle!!! it was pure dumb luck that the donuts were safe!! ]
I know my duties and I'm gonna--
Hey, what do you mean ride bitch? I ain't gonna' give up my sidecar for just your gun, that ain't fair at all!!
Not to mention Fritter is WAY too small to sit in the chair and read a map, let alone hold a gun to shoot the wheels off enemy bandits, don't put that evil on him!
[ he's gonna grab a handful of chips and angrily drink his orange water. ]
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Alright, so you're never driving the bike, good to know.
[ he teases, holding a hand out for one of the cupcakes with an expectant look, not using his words because though the women at the orphans tried, Wolfwood was a feral child with minimal home training. ]
We'll have to teach Fritter how to shoot someday. How else will you know he's prepared for the world? He can pull the trigger with his tail.
[ he slurps his blueberry water right back, still terribly smug. ]
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Look, I don't wanna' drive. Angelica is your baby, right? You just got her and -- [ he's gonna cross himself comically, as he's DEFINITELY started to blur the lines between 'his' wolfwood and 'this' wolfwood. ] God almighty forgive if I dare put a scratch on her perfect mantle.
[ he's gonna eat the handful of chips, continuing to talk with his mouth full as he tears open that cupcake package clumsily, handing one of the swirled confections over to the priest. ]
Fritter is just a baby, he does NOT need to learn how to shoot a gun. All he needs to know is how to enjoy apples and life.
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he laughs when Vash crosses himself, flipping him off with the hand holding the chip bag. ]
Anything you do to her, I'll do to you. [ he taunts, watching Vash also be a feral child with no table manners, and so since he's the company of his kind he's gonna stuff the whole cupcake into his mouth and chew, nosily. ]
God that fat little bastard loves apples. He races me for the ones that're on the ground, you know.
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It's got a gooey cream center. ]
I jus' said I wasn' gonna' do anything to her! Don' threaten me! [ he muffledly-complains through his mouthful--okay maybe he's a bit of an untrained brat too, given he only had a mom for a year before his brother and him crashlanded the whole space fleet into the planet. ]
He's just a hungry guy. I think he's getting bigger? Growing.
It's normal for animals to grow. I found him in a place with a lotta' apples, too, so it makes sense. Maybe he's a baby and he's bound to get bigger or something.
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If I don't threaten you, Blondie, we won't have half as many conversations as we usually do. [ be feral with him, Vash. take ibuprofen together. ]
I feel like his colors have changed up, too, like. Is he more yellow than he was when you got him? He's like a weird little worm, right? Maybe he'll become a winged worm if he eats enough and doesn't get eaten?
[ to be so close, and yet, so dumb. ]
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We can have just as many conversations without you threatening me! We can talk about a lot of things, I have 150 years of experiences to go off, you know!
[...you know, 'cause by now they had that talk about him and his lack of honesty
and a small promise that he'd try to be more honest from now on, so... ]
Is he more yellow? I don't know, I didn't notice.
He hated me for the first week we had him, remember, I couldn't get near him without him hissing and growling at me.
[ huff. finish drinking his water. ]
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That so? You sure we should be runnin' around like this, pops? You might bust a hip at this rate.
[ new target to tease Vash with: acquired. honesty isn't easy and isn't always rewarded, even if it should be. he gnaws his way through his jerky, giving a little nod as the conversation turns to Fritter--giving a grin as Vash brings up one of his favorite things from the little asshole's first week with them. ]
He used to be more red all the way around but he's slowly going yellow, yeah. And how could I forget how much he hated you? It was hilarious to see him purr at everything and everyone and then turning into a hissing little demon at you for some godforsaken reason. What did you do that week to make all the animals hate you, man?
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he chews his beef jerky slowly as he gives wolfwood an ANNOYED look at being called POPS, and he's gonna reach out to pinch one of wolfwood's exposed ankles. ]
Hey, just because I am old doesn't mean I'm physically aged, you know. I stopped aging when I turned about, I don't know. Ten? [ hey wolfwood you know how you grew up insanely fast? ...apparently it's a plant trait. ]
Hm. Maybe that just means he's getting mature or something. The apple he's in got bigger.
But, for real, I have no actual idea. I think it was just another curse, like the one that made me talk funny, or the one that gave me weird. Fuzzy worm hair. [ s i g h. ] This place is deeply magical, you can't expect a lot of the things that do happen.
Before you got here, I actually had a gunfight with dinosaurs.
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Huh. Wonder if that's where the doc picked the idea up from--I've looked like this since I was about. Fourteen? Fifteen? [ one bout of honesty deserves another, right? a truth for a truth. it's weird to think that Vash or his shitheel brother might have some contribution in all the weirdness running through Wolfwood's veins.
he's not sure what to think about it, so he doesn't. Fritter's a nicer topic of conversation, just like the blueberry water tastes better on his tongue. ]
I kind of think he's picking new, bigger apples. Like, sometimes they come out just massive, which is also magical bullshit, I'm guessin', and I think he picks those as free real estate.
[ he almost looks jealous when Vash mentions a gunfight with-- ]
What's a dinosaur?
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...Hm. I suppose that puts some things into perspective. [ he... doesn't know how old wolfwood is. he knows they did some weird experimentations on him in knives' weird cult, but he didn't know the extent of it. he'll have to ask, later, if he's older than he looks...
or, perhaps, younger. He doesn't want to think about it, honestly. he'd agree that fritter is a better topic. ]
Yeah, the garden is magical in some ways. It's why we get so much fruit--or why some of the vegetables grow when they're actually out of season. It's kind of wild. [ and fortunate, for two of them. children who are used to starving in a desert, it's paradise. ]
...Oh. Right. I keep forgetting.
You were raised on no-man's land. [ hm.
time to grab his phone and google and show wolfwood a picture of a pack of velociraptors. big fuckoff dinosaurs--with a picture of a man for comparison. ]
About a dozen of these.
They have hundreds of sharp teeth, like eating people, and screech, too.
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Ain't half bad. I don't know how you managed to get lucky enough to get a place like that, but damn, Blondie, whoever handles your normal luck must've been asleep at the wheel that day. [ part of him loves the garden. the bounty, the plenty, the sweet air and the soft grass and the food that's so tender and fresh that you can eat it from the vine, from the soil--the boys who grew up with nothing but artificial replicas that cost blood, sweat, and tears really have found paradise.
suck it, Knives. nobody even had to die for it, probably.
he leans in to look at Vash's phone when he pulls up an example image, giving a laugh that just grows. more incredulous as he thinks about it. ]
How did you have a gunfight with that, Blondie! Lookit their arms! Their little, little arms!
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