[ I know that Vash actually carries around a bag, but I guess the Punisher... also houses...? Wolfwood's clothes? I don't know. Feel free to use Vash's bag to carry stuff. ]
That's cool with me.
[ Vash will give him a little sailor salute and winks as he meets the door, hand on the knob, and there he goes. The innkeeper is up already, going through their documents, and there's a wafting aroma of breakfast slowly rising from the first floor.
Can't get distracted by the senses right now. Waffles and pancakes can wait! After he requests to have a room change for a double and pays for that, he takes a seat in the dining area. It's nice that breakfast is provided, even their stay costs a little more.
Although, Vash has a discount due to some happenings before Wolfwood's arrival. Don't worry about it. He'll be ordering for them and wait, paying mind to the clock hanging on the wall to make sure he's still on time to head to work later. ]
[ The idea of him keeping clothes inside the cross is so funny. Yeah honestly idk. Wolfwood just laundry-hunting all of the time.
He won't be too long. All it takes is a few splashes of water on his face and making sure his clothes don't look too bad, such as no wrinkles and hopefully no stains that he missed from the previous night. Sometimes it happens when you're the type of guy who constantly gets into trouble. Everything looks good though, so he packs a gun into the holster keeps on under his jacket and leaves his Punisher to rest somewhere comfortably near the door as he leaves for breakfast.
He gives a slight wave as he slides into the seat across from Vash. Please tell him you got him some coffee. ]
[ I think Wolfwood should keep instant ramen in the Punisher.
Vash waves back! Wolfwood can take a gander at their breakfast. I've decided to stick to the Mexican theme. It is huevos rancheros with some chorizo. Of course there is a sweet treat for them, but nothing heavy. At the center of the small table for two is a bowl of fruit.
Yes, there's coffee for both of them. A cortado for Wolfwood and a Mexican mocha for Vash. ]
[ Which Wolfwood can surmise might mean goblin behavior. A little slappy slap? Or some pinches? They can eat like regular normal people and not fight over food because they do have separate plates. ]
There's definitely a little more than just toast and eggs here, not that toast and eggs are a bad combo. I talked to the owner before and she once cooked for a restaurant, but... She's happier running a hostel.
[ Sometimes, you have new dreams and find purpose elsewhere. Vash starts eating... Runny yolk, refried beans, rice, tortillas. Tasty. ]
Careful about that. I take to some methods better than others.
[ Aka if you fuck around you find out. This could be a good or bad thing. ]
Fruit for breakfast too. Cheaper inns wouldn't bother puttin' that out.
[ He's having a decent breakfast while also nursing his caffeine. This is nice. I was tempted to say he is lightly indulging in breakfast but he actually would eat a proper one so he is partaking in his plate plentifully. No point in letting such a generous breakfast go to waste. ]
[ Vash is willing to fuck around and find out, even if it means that Wolfwood may attack him with the Punisher like old times. It's worth the risk. Vash is eating happily... If he were still blond, this would be very similar to watching Pooh bear enjoy his morsel of honey. ]
Right? I feel a little spoiled whenever they take out berries... They don't give out that much, but it's refreshing after a salty meal.
[ He isn't touching the berries yet, instead taking a sip of the Mexican mocha. It is a little spicy in a pleasant way. ]
[ Me like I would hate to go from salty to berry but we are each our own. Wolfwood's having toast with butter and a sunny-side up egg, nice breakfast to give him energy to start the day. ]
You don't have a hankering for something sweet after having something savory?
[ HUH??? It's not like you have it immediately, but after a moment and some palate cleansing people like a dessert? Or maybe it's just me who tends to have fruit after lunch or dinner.
Vash is bundling refried beans, some eggs, chorizo, and rice while he nibbles through the tortillas on the side. So... Much food... For me, personally. For two men, this is a good amount. ]
Around X:XX.
[ Which is... Soon. It doesn't seem like he realizes since he's focused on Wolfwood. Time flies when you're with people you love. ]
[ Either way though it depends. Maybe sometimes he will feel a little palate cleanser!! Maybe other times he is okay. If I eat fruit after dinner it is usually like a few hours later. ]
M'kay. Don't be late, would suck to get fired from your job as soon as you get it.
[ Snark because they probably have had this experience on occasion because they tend to get in trouble so much and also they're kind of chaotic people as far as working goes. Tfw one of you is a highly wanted goblin outlaw and the other one has the social graces of a smoking carcass sometimes. ]
But don't eat too fast either so you're not complainin' to me later about tummy aches.
[ They are usually together. Vash likes a dessert right after a meal, obviously... Just because he likes dessert.
They also definitely have done this before... Where Vash picked up a job for fun because they stayed at a town a little longer than usual, then he missed his last shift because he returned to being on the run. Despite good memory, he would be taken by the whip of chaos and his part-time job would be lower priority.
And then he'd exclaim he missed his shift when they're riding the desert on Wolfwood's motorcycle. They're just two clowns. ]
I won't be late! I still have—[ He looks at the clock and his eyes widen incredibly wide. That tells an obvious story, likewise how quickly he shoves this food into his mouth despite Wolfwood warning him. For the fruit plate, he also takes like... four strawberries.
[ He rolls his eyes when Vash has his mini-freakout over the time because honestly? This is normal. This happens all of the time, or at least, certainly has the aura of happening all the time, so he's able to continue on unfazed. Wolfwood doesn't have pressing plans so he continues to munch away on his toast while Vash grabs food on the go and bails away.
And then he gets his little peck and he freezes up a bit in surprise, where that moment of shock is already enough for Vash to practically leave a cloud outline of him cartoonishly dashing out the door. Wolfwood can only grumble as he tries to focus back on finishing everything Vash laid out for the both of them, grumbling 'Fucker...' under his breath where the other can't hear him.
He'll have his fill and store away anything that seems like it could last for a few hours in their inn room in case they want a small bite before whatever else they do tonight. It is after this, and Wolfwood is out the door with his cross hoisted over his back, staring out the inn entrance and out into the town streets that he also realises that Vash didn't give him directions to the bakery.
Fucker... 2.
It's okay though, it's as easy as asking nearby people where the bakery... bakeries? in the town are, and eventually he'll hit it up. Maybe?! The way he has to scout around town and subtly check out store windows, not lingering long enough to come off as a weirdo. It's not like he can just hang out during the entirety of Vash's shift anyway though so he'll do his own thing, maybe buy a back-up shirt at the nearby mom-and-pop-shop tailors because it's always wise to have multiple on the road. Ask for directions to the nearest cities at the local bar so he can store that knowledge away for later when they're ready to move on, ask what's nice and out there.
He'll finally find the right bakery in the early afternoon, entering and asking the front if 'Val' is in today. ]
[ I am sleepy so you get the shortest tag back. Vash was working quite hard in the bakery laminating the dough and butter. Keeping the butter cold when they live in a dessert is a challenge, but the conditions of the kitchen make it feasible. Bakery. Smells good. Good yeast.
The employee at register confirms that Vash is here and to give them a second to get him. It doesn't take long before he comes out of a different door in the bakery and offers a little wave to Wolfwood.
By the way, he's wearing a hairnet. ]
Wolfwood!
[ As if he didn't abandon his boy by accident, he greets him in the most natural way, forgetting first name usage. ]
Hey there. You forgot to tell me which way you worked. Had to put in the effort to figure out where it was.
[ Leaning on the counter, basking in the smell of freshly baked bread. There's something always just so nice about places like this, a sort of nice mundaneness. It's the little things, as they say. ]
[ Familiar with the face where it dawns on him and he's like "wow, I'm so helpless. Just an idiot?" He has that on while he rubs the back of his head, chuckling apologetically. ]
Oops... Well! You found it! [ And in a flash, he's incredulous. ] There's no way you could smell me from the other side of the counter.
... The rest of the bakery smells the same, but you're saying I stink.
[ You know what? He's going to accept it because Wolfwood has a keen nose atop of his other enhanced senses. It must be rough being able to smell all the scents. I guess for a second time in my rp life, Vash smells delicious. ]
Busiest when we first open in the morning! We have limited quantities of the special croissants, so those are out, but... [ Mm. ] Go get a seat and I'll take my break to join you.
Smellin' like bread and butter is not the same as stinking! If anything, it's a good thing!
[ In the tone of JESUS WHY ARE YOU SO OFFENDED? Somewhat incredulously, so much that he just waves his free hand like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. However he will go sit down yeah. ]
[ It's more that Wolfwood singled him out despite there being other people!! And mostly that arguing with him over the most mundane and trivial stuff is comfortable and familiar.
Vash comes back, bald (I mean without a hairnet) though still a aproned, with a tray of specialty croissants. One is swirled with a deep berry color, the second with a black swirl, and the last looks cronchy with (you voice, unimpressed) almonds. They're large and toasty, taking up most of the table. Sure, cafe tables aren't the biggest, but this is still a lot. ]
There's coffee if you're feeling for more, but there's tea, too. [ He doesn't sit down yet since he plans to fetch them drinkies. ] What'll it be?
[ HE'S TALKING TO YOU FOOL, HE'S NOT GOING TO WALK UP TO A TOTAL STRANGER AND GO 'DAMN YOU SMELL LIKE CROISSANT'.
Why did you say bald it doesn't even fit this. You just like balding people. Hey, I enjoy the occasional almond for texture. Wolfwood is seated with the Punisher set aside, hand on his chin as he watches Vash come on by. ]
Think tea'll be fine, already had a coffee this morning. I get to pick whichever one?
[ He's probably eyeing either the second or third. ]
[ It isn't often they get to have some specialty anything... Resourced are hard to come by overall in No Man's Land, but with the Plant dome and Earth assistance they can enjoy a little more in their hellhole.
Vash is not in charge of the drink station, so he orders them tea and brings it once it's ready. It's a simple tea, not sweet because these croissants except for the almond one are semisweet chocolate-filled. ]
[ He didn't realise he was being spoiled today damn. A sample of all the breads...
He monchin' on the bread. ]
How long's your contract with here again?
[ Just to kind of get a grasp of what their future schedule's gonna look like. Or really, they're used to letting the wind take them wherever, so it's really more getting a hang on what Wolfwood's going to do in the interim. ]
[ Vash wants to spoil Wolfwood as much as he can, especially now that Wolfwood is in the mood for it. The Underground was not... Ideal for dates when they were stressed out of their minds and depressed over a number of points. ]
Uhm... I don't know. I'm here until enforcement or bounty hunters find me.
[ Typical. It's not like he has a pulse on that. Vash a bit more confident to stick around because hunters and police are easier to deal with compared to Knives' league of assassins. Back to letting the wind take them wherever like dandelion spores. ]
If you ever figure out where you want to go, we can pack it.
[ Smiling because it feels different to say that. They had a bit of an agenda before, after all. ]
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That's cool with me.
[ Vash will give him a little sailor salute and winks as he meets the door, hand on the knob, and there he goes. The innkeeper is up already, going through their documents, and there's a wafting aroma of breakfast slowly rising from the first floor.
Can't get distracted by the senses right now. Waffles and pancakes can wait! After he requests to have a room change for a double and pays for that, he takes a seat in the dining area. It's nice that breakfast is provided, even their stay costs a little more.
Although, Vash has a discount due to some happenings before Wolfwood's arrival. Don't worry about it. He'll be ordering for them and wait, paying mind to the clock hanging on the wall to make sure he's still on time to head to work later. ]
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He won't be too long. All it takes is a few splashes of water on his face and making sure his clothes don't look too bad, such as no wrinkles and hopefully no stains that he missed from the previous night. Sometimes it happens when you're the type of guy who constantly gets into trouble. Everything looks good though, so he packs a gun into the holster keeps on under his jacket and leaves his Punisher to rest somewhere comfortably near the door as he leaves for breakfast.
He gives a slight wave as he slides into the seat across from Vash. Please tell him you got him some coffee. ]
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Vash waves back! Wolfwood can take a gander at their breakfast. I've decided to stick to the Mexican theme. It is huevos rancheros with some chorizo. Of course there is a sweet treat for them, but nothing heavy. At the center of the small table for two is a bowl of fruit.
Yes, there's coffee for both of them. A cortado for Wolfwood and a Mexican mocha for Vash. ]
Looking less sleepy already.
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Wolfwood picks up a fork and immediately goes for the chorizo. ]
Imagine I put in all that effort and I was still fallin' asleep on you?
Breakfast is pretty fancy here.
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[ Which Wolfwood can surmise might mean goblin behavior. A little slappy slap? Or some pinches? They can eat like regular normal people and not fight over food because they do have separate plates. ]
There's definitely a little more than just toast and eggs here, not that toast and eggs are a bad combo. I talked to the owner before and she once cooked for a restaurant, but... She's happier running a hostel.
[ Sometimes, you have new dreams and find purpose elsewhere. Vash starts eating... Runny yolk, refried beans, rice, tortillas. Tasty. ]
Works out for us because this is delicious!
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[ Aka if you fuck around you find out. This could be a good or bad thing. ]
Fruit for breakfast too. Cheaper inns wouldn't bother puttin' that out.
[ He's having a decent breakfast while also nursing his caffeine. This is nice. I was tempted to say he is lightly indulging in breakfast but he actually would eat a proper one so he is partaking in his plate plentifully. No point in letting such a generous breakfast go to waste. ]
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Right? I feel a little spoiled whenever they take out berries... They don't give out that much, but it's refreshing after a salty meal.
[ He isn't touching the berries yet, instead taking a sip of the Mexican mocha. It is a little spicy in a pleasant way. ]
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[ Me like I would hate to go from salty to berry but we are each our own. Wolfwood's having toast with butter and a sunny-side up egg, nice breakfast to give him energy to start the day. ]
So what time do you gotta be out by?
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[ HUH??? It's not like you have it immediately, but after a moment and some palate cleansing people like a dessert? Or maybe it's just me who tends to have fruit after lunch or dinner.
Vash is bundling refried beans, some eggs, chorizo, and rice while he nibbles through the tortillas on the side. So... Much food... For me, personally. For two men, this is a good amount. ]
Around X:XX.
[ Which is... Soon. It doesn't seem like he realizes since he's focused on Wolfwood. Time flies when you're with people you love. ]
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[ Either way though it depends. Maybe sometimes he will feel a little palate cleanser!! Maybe other times he is okay. If I eat fruit after dinner it is usually like a few hours later. ]
M'kay. Don't be late, would suck to get fired from your job as soon as you get it.
[ Snark because they probably have had this experience on occasion because they tend to get in trouble so much and also they're kind of chaotic people as far as working goes. Tfw one of you is a highly wanted goblin outlaw and the other one has the social graces of a smoking carcass sometimes. ]
But don't eat too fast either so you're not complainin' to me later about tummy aches.
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[ They are usually together. Vash likes a dessert right after a meal, obviously... Just because he likes dessert.
They also definitely have done this before... Where Vash picked up a job for fun because they stayed at a town a little longer than usual, then he missed his last shift because he returned to being on the run. Despite good memory, he would be taken by the whip of chaos and his part-time job would be lower priority.
And then he'd exclaim he missed his shift when they're riding the desert on Wolfwood's motorcycle. They're just two clowns. ]
I won't be late! I still have—[ He looks at the clock and his eyes widen incredibly wide. That tells an obvious story, likewise how quickly he shoves this food into his mouth despite Wolfwood warning him. For the fruit plate, he also takes like... four strawberries.
There's some muffling in between: ] I'll see you!
[ And he's out the inn door in a flash. ]
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...
He didn't give him the directions to the bakery. ]
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And then he gets his little peck and he freezes up a bit in surprise, where that moment of shock is already enough for Vash to practically leave a cloud outline of him cartoonishly dashing out the door. Wolfwood can only grumble as he tries to focus back on finishing everything Vash laid out for the both of them, grumbling 'Fucker...' under his breath where the other can't hear him.
He'll have his fill and store away anything that seems like it could last for a few hours in their inn room in case they want a small bite before whatever else they do tonight. It is after this, and Wolfwood is out the door with his cross hoisted over his back, staring out the inn entrance and out into the town streets that he also realises that Vash didn't give him directions to the bakery.
Fucker... 2.
It's okay though, it's as easy as asking nearby people where the bakery... bakeries? in the town are, and eventually he'll hit it up. Maybe?! The way he has to scout around town and subtly check out store windows, not lingering long enough to come off as a weirdo. It's not like he can just hang out during the entirety of Vash's shift anyway though so he'll do his own thing, maybe buy a back-up shirt at the nearby mom-and-pop-shop tailors because it's always wise to have multiple on the road. Ask for directions to the nearest cities at the local bar so he can store that knowledge away for later when they're ready to move on, ask what's nice and out there.
He'll finally find the right bakery in the early afternoon, entering and asking the front if 'Val' is in today. ]
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The employee at register confirms that Vash is here and to give them a second to get him. It doesn't take long before he comes out of a different door in the bakery and offers a little wave to Wolfwood.
By the way, he's wearing a hairnet. ]
Wolfwood!
[ As if he didn't abandon his boy by accident, he greets him in the most natural way, forgetting first name usage. ]
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[ Leaning on the counter, basking in the smell of freshly baked bread. There's something always just so nice about places like this, a sort of nice mundaneness. It's the little things, as they say. ]
You smell like butter and flour dust.
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Oops... Well! You found it! [ And in a flash, he's incredulous. ] There's no way you could smell me from the other side of the counter.
[ Weirdo. ]
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[ Bro do you SMELL this bakery, butter and bread smell is so strong. And delicious. ]
So, what's the traffic been like?
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[ You know what? He's going to accept it because Wolfwood has a keen nose atop of his other enhanced senses. It must be rough being able to smell all the scents. I guess for a second time in my rp life, Vash smells delicious. ]
Busiest when we first open in the morning! We have limited quantities of the special croissants, so those are out, but... [ Mm. ] Go get a seat and I'll take my break to join you.
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[ In the tone of JESUS WHY ARE YOU SO OFFENDED? Somewhat incredulously, so much that he just waves his free hand like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. However he will go sit down yeah. ]
You serve just bread here or you got any drinks?
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Vash comes back, bald (I mean without a hairnet) though still a aproned, with a tray of specialty croissants. One is swirled with a deep berry color, the second with a black swirl, and the last looks cronchy with (you voice, unimpressed) almonds. They're large and toasty, taking up most of the table. Sure, cafe tables aren't the biggest, but this is still a lot. ]
There's coffee if you're feeling for more, but there's tea, too. [ He doesn't sit down yet since he plans to fetch them drinkies. ] What'll it be?
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Why did you say bald it doesn't even fit this. You just like balding people. Hey, I enjoy the occasional almond for texture. Wolfwood is seated with the Punisher set aside, hand on his chin as he watches Vash come on by. ]
Think tea'll be fine, already had a coffee this morning. I get to pick whichever one?
[ He's probably eyeing either the second or third. ]
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[ It isn't often they get to have some specialty anything... Resourced are hard to come by overall in No Man's Land, but with the Plant dome and Earth assistance they can enjoy a little more in their hellhole.
Vash is not in charge of the drink station, so he orders them tea and brings it once it's ready. It's a simple tea, not sweet because these croissants except for the almond one are semisweet chocolate-filled. ]
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[ He didn't realise he was being spoiled today damn. A sample of all the breads...
He monchin' on the bread. ]
How long's your contract with here again?
[ Just to kind of get a grasp of what their future schedule's gonna look like. Or really, they're used to letting the wind take them wherever, so it's really more getting a hang on what Wolfwood's going to do in the interim. ]
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Uhm... I don't know. I'm here until enforcement or bounty hunters find me.
[ Typical. It's not like he has a pulse on that. Vash a bit more confident to stick around because hunters and police are easier to deal with compared to Knives' league of assassins. Back to letting the wind take them wherever like dandelion spores. ]
If you ever figure out where you want to go, we can pack it.
[ Smiling because it feels different to say that. They had a bit of an agenda before, after all. ]
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[ Why is it 'until they try to arrest me'. Sir. ]
Don't wanna cut your bread-kneadin' gig short if you're enjoyin' it.
[ Let him have his own easy schedule for a while. ]
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