[ 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. ]
[ Why do they interact around food like skittish animals ready to fight each other sometimes. While not this time, or earlier this morning, sometimes they devolve into bad table manners. It's very funny...
He is nibbling like a little hamster on his piece of croissant, pretending to be coy, innocent, and oh so very harmless. ]
What do you mean "do not say it like that?" It's just a statement! Anything can happen tomorrow! [ Points at him with his croissant piece. ] And I don't have plans.
[ Back to nibbling. ]
Aside from making more bread.
[ There are no intentions to yakety sax, he claims. But Who Knows. ]
[ Vash sips his tea and thinks about it... Does he want to stay here? If he had a choice— ]
It'd be nice. [ A small pause as he considers what small connections he had made here during his stay, no matter how short and ephemeral it can be. ] I've made a couple of furry friends.
[ Here he was, settling with his croissant and tea, ready to accept that they'll stay a bit longer in this city. Solidifying that Wolfwood should find some prospects in town. Maybe one of those one-off hire jobs you do just for a day, here and there, build a little nest egg of sorts of funds.
And then 'furry friends' cuts through his planning like a knife as he raises his brows. ]
[ Wolfwood considering what to make them cozy with money... Because Vash would definitely give away all that doesn't cover bare necessity to someone who he believes needs it more.
He tries some of the almond croissant, which is Cronchy. ]
... Some stray cats I've been feeding once in a while.
[ What else would it be? Sometimes when he wants some alone time to contemplate where he is in life and just life in general, animals will approach him. ]
[ PET FOOD IS NOT CHEAP VASH. And in the case that they have to leave, who's going to take care of them. By 'friends' he doesn't mean 'dependent on Vash', right? ]
Usually if I sit around a specific spot I might get a visit?
[ He isn't quite sure why Wolfwood is questioning him about the stray cats and dogs he sometimes feeds. Sure, it is plural, but it may not mean a herd... Maybe a little group of four or five?
His shoulders draw up as his cheeks are stuffed with carbs. ]
Why are you looking at me like that...!
[ There's ACCUSATION in those eyes behind the sunglasses. ]
Oh, so you'll tell me all about how shit can happen any day now, and we might be on the road by dawn if things just swing that way, but you got a whole squad of animals totterin' after you like they're your kids.
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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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[ Eriks ended only when Wolfwood tracked him down and reminded him he can't run from Knives, likewise the world can't, either.
May he have some croissant... He will reach to rip a piece off. ]
I guess I'm not used to sticking around a place for too long, too. [ Chewing. ] A numbered city is kind of busy.
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Too early to be complainin' bud, you ain't even in the heart of it.
[ Try being in the equivalent of downtown of the city, this is still pleasant. ]
I thought you liked keepin' busy. But we'll stick around as long as you want -- but no sudden outlaw outbreaks, or whatever.
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He is nibbling like a little hamster on his piece of croissant, pretending to be coy, innocent, and oh so very harmless. ]
You never know what can happen tomorrow.
[ YOU NEVER KNOW!!! ]
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Oh do not say it like that. You're makin' it sound like you got plans.
[ This is in the like, bully way like so you have '''plans''' to do another yakety sax. Do NOT. ]
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What do you mean "do not say it like that?" It's just a statement! Anything can happen tomorrow! [ Points at him with his croissant piece. ] And I don't have plans.
[ Back to nibbling. ]
Aside from making more bread.
[ There are no intentions to yakety sax, he claims. But Who Knows. ]
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[ Eating his bread and raising his brows. ]
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It'd be nice. [ A small pause as he considers what small connections he had made here during his stay, no matter how short and ephemeral it can be. ] I've made a couple of furry friends.
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[ Here he was, settling with his croissant and tea, ready to accept that they'll stay a bit longer in this city. Solidifying that Wolfwood should find some prospects in town. Maybe one of those one-off hire jobs you do just for a day, here and there, build a little nest egg of sorts of funds.
And then 'furry friends' cuts through his planning like a knife as he raises his brows. ]
What friends.
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He tries some of the almond croissant, which is Cronchy. ]
... Some stray cats I've been feeding once in a while.
[ What else would it be? Sometimes when he wants some alone time to contemplate where he is in life and just life in general, animals will approach him. ]
And a dog or two.
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[ PET FOOD IS NOT CHEAP VASH. And in the case that they have to leave, who's going to take care of them. By 'friends' he doesn't mean 'dependent on Vash', right? ]
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[ He isn't quite sure why Wolfwood is questioning him about the stray cats and dogs he sometimes feeds. Sure, it is plural, but it may not mean a herd... Maybe a little group of four or five?
His shoulders draw up as his cheeks are stuffed with carbs. ]
Why are you looking at me like that...!
[ There's ACCUSATION in those eyes behind the sunglasses. ]
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Oh, so you'll tell me all about how shit can happen any day now, and we might be on the road by dawn if things just swing that way, but you got a whole squad of animals totterin' after you like they're your kids.
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