agora | HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

[ 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. ]

Go ahead and try them all! See what you like.

[ 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. ]

Really. Don't mind if I do.

[ 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 is that the only thing...

[ 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. ]

It's the most important and urgent thing!

[ 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.

[ He Looks when a part of his croissant is taken from him but he has no comment. Have your little prize. ]

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.

[ 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. ]

You never know what can happen tomorrow.

[ YOU NEVER KNOW!!! ]

[ Sometimes you just want to fight but like, kind of harmlessly, but also pettily. ]

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. ]

[ is that a form of flirting ]

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. ]

Anyway, so the point is, you want to stay in town for a bit longer.

[ Eating his bread and raising his brows. ]

[ 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.

Huh?

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

And a dog or two.

They come to you often or what?

[ 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. ]

[ That is, in fact, a herd. ]

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.

They're not my kids! I said "furry friends."

[ He huffs a bit before tearing a piece out of a different croissant.

Silence follows as he chews the next bit... Give him a moment. ]

But, yes. That's right.

I said like. But they may as well be the same thing anyway.

[ He has not stopped being incredulous at him. ]

Don't just "that's right" me! Make sure someone else is feedin' those animals!

Huh?! As much as I'd like to, it's kind of hard to convince people to take care of strays!

[ Vash can be realistic, even if he wishes for all the little buddies to find a home or be taken care of. Realistically, people may feed them every once in a while on whim...

But he's hoping perhaps they'll be taken off the street, much like him back in the day. ]

Clearly it ain't hard to convince you! Don't lecture me about skippin' town any second when you've got your own private gaggle!

[ JUST LIKE. AS CLOSE AS HE CAN GET TO YELLING AT HIM without actually yelling at him because they're indoors in a perfectly nice bakery. You caring HYPOCRITE. ]

[ Vash is wondering what's happening right now... Aren't they supposed to have a nice meetup at his work? His coworkers are whispering amongst themselves as they look over here, maybe snickering or giggling. ]

I mean, if we have to leave, then we have to leave?!

[ He's so confused. When did Wolfwood ever care about the superficial relationships Vash cultivates in short stays? Sure, he will be sad, but he would move on. ]

[ HE'S ALWAYS CARED. Less so about people. A little more about animals because people can learn to take care of themselves and are often worse than animals. ]

I'm tellin' you to find someone else who can also be their friends in case we do.

All right, all right! I'll figure something out! Just eat your croissants before they get cold and hard!

[ They don't become bricks that fast, but still. ]

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