HOMOPHONIC PSL ✦ JUST ONE YESTERDAY

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[piteous]

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

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. ]

[piteous]

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.

[crucifer]

[ 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.

[piteous]

[ 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!!! ]

[crucifer]

[ 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. ]

[piteous]

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

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

[ Eating his bread and raising his brows. ]

[piteous]

[ 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.

[crucifer]

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.

[piteous]

[ 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.

[crucifer]

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? ]

[piteous]

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. ]

[crucifer]

[ 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.

[piteous]

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.

[crucifer]

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!

[piteous]

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. ]

[crucifer]

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. ]

[piteous]

[ 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. ]

[crucifer]

[ 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.

[piteous]

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. ]

[crucifer]

The hell kinda croissants you makin' that they're gonna turn into rocks? I thought their whole point was that they're all soft and stuff.

[ Unlike baguettes, which Wolfwood is convinced you can eventually use those as blunt force weapons. ]

When do you get off?

[piteous]

[ ............... Oh, oops. He forgot he has gone past that phase of making awful croissants that can be used as blunt weapons. ]

Self-defense croissants.

[ Don't worry about it. However, the story is Nat forgot her sandwich in Yuul's fridge and we remembered in two days after and it was like a brick. He holds out his not brick croissant for Wolfwood to take a bite. While gay to some others, it seems normal for him. ]

In two hours. [ So not bad. ] Got something you have to do?

[crucifer]

That's not a real thing.

[ Said with the wumph of a man who says it for the sake of 'because I don't want it to be' more than because objectively it isn't. People on this planet are weird. Self-defense croissants aren't off the table, and it's probably rat poison. ]

Not really, but I got ways of makin' my time work out. I'm sure I can make a quick double dollar in two hours somewhere.

[ Doing what. Confessional of course, even if he's considering a job change doesn't mean old habits just die hard. ]

[piteous]

It can be.

[ Vash immediately tries to send the fear of God and No Man's Land ingenuity into Wolfwood. People are weird in their planet? But at least his croissants are not. After drinking some more tea and finishing his half, he gently nudges Wolfwood's foot with his own under the table, playfully. In an annoying way, not romantic way.

Maybe a bit romantic. ]

If you don't mind a little clean-up work...

[ The bakery will be dirty is the implication. Elbows anchored onto the table, head propped onto his palms, batting his eyelashes... Despite the obnoxious display, he sincerely wants Wolfwood close. Misses him dearly, but he's not going to say it right now. ]