[ There's comfort in touch, romantic or not. Vash isn't tactile, but he'd allow himself small reminders of existing, of the person in front of him being here... Flesh and all.
With Wolfwood's confirmation, Vash enthusiastically and hazardously waves toward the counter, catching the attention of staff. There's only a small shift in their hooked heels. Someone's careful despite the show. ]
Mister Izola! This guy's up for cleaning and lifting!
[ And a guy with a handlebar mustache shows up. How will you impress him, Wolfwood? ]
[ He will remain amused, subtly, at Vash's attempt to keep doing this in the face of his boss. Unnecessarily sneaky, and therefore hilarious.
Anyway you know how Wolfwood is good at putting up airs and friendly energy. He just flashes a plain smile of someone stupid, but not too stupid. Friendly and simple! ]
I don't carry around a resume but I've been hired from May to Augusta on and off and always leave places spotless.
[ All those odd jobs and ends, though the veracity of 'spotless' is up for debate. Mostly because of the amount of times they've had to flee in bullets and blood because another fight broke out but Mister Izola doesn't need to know that. ]
[ The funnier thing is that there's not much obscuring their legs, so... The staff can see this happening. They just choose to not comment on it.
It's not like a lot of jobs they can easily pick up need a spotless record. Vash simply smiles in a similar way as the partner in the act, though his gaze shifts over to Wolfwood.
Mister Izola says he gets the job! Not like he was looking for experience. Any help would be good considering they have a small staff and honestly the staff looks a little scrawny. With that, the staff and the boss himself returns to work. A couple of customers are coming in for the last round of the day.
Vash props his head on a palm, elbow rested on the table, smiling like usual. Very amused. ]
Woah... Laying it on him thick. I almost believed you're a good boy.
And a good boy is rewarded with double dollars and a nice trip to get some ice cream!
[ He's actually quite excited to get ice cream, so that waters down his desire to bully Wolfwood for his altar boy service.
We can fast forward them closing out the bakery? Izola would give Wolfwood some cleaning tasks and asking if he wouldn't mind bringing ingredients from their local sources next morning for extra hours of pay. They probably also get a bunch of leftover baked goods that weren't purchased. Not too many, but a decent amount of BREAD. ]
[ That's easy enough really. Little fetch errands and cleaning off shelves, help wash off some pans when there isn't anything else to do in the front. Wolfwood doesn't like to stay idle so work away he does since he's feeling perfectly peachy today. Wow, how productive?
After the bakery he's just leaning full weight on Vash as they leave trying to peer into the bag of breads. What we got. ]
[ Every once in a while, Vash will pass by just to see what Wolfwood's doing before going on with his own cleanup work and tomorrow prep.
two croissants of different flavors, a chocolate chip pain au lait, a cinnamon roll, two orange sugar buns... Wouldn't it be funny if I say one calzone. This is a lot of sugar. ]
Working for a food place is really nice when there's stuff leftover.
[ Why are you denying them calzones. He scrunches his nose a little bit because he can smell the sweetness from the bag -- his overly sharp senses, assaulted with the fresh scent of cinnamon and citrus. Curiosity satisfied, olfactory senses assaulted, he pulls back to walk normally. ]
Couldn't cough up a coffee cream, huh? Damn.
[ He's joking he would never turn down free food. Most of the time. Well, he just mostly hopes these breads will be able to hold their own, their room probably has a small fridge. ]
The funny thing is the sweeter stuff was more popular when the place opened, but people started picking the less sweeter stuff. Probably got tired from all the sugar.
[ They can head back to their little hostel and leave their bread in the fridge before they head out to the gelato place. ]
Got a flavor in mind you wanted to try? They give small spoonfuls for samples in case you're indecisive.
[ Like either option was actually even bad at all. The only time he'll take chances if it's win-win, or worse-and-worser.
Enter slight goblin mode when their ice cream arrives and he slips into an outside booth, scoping for anything interesting to spy on. If you ask him to people-watch for entertainment, it's usually adults embarrassing themselves. Ice cream parlour vicinities will probably be tame though. ]
[ It isn't a command or order, just a responsible reminder. This is his due diligence as a little croissant baker. Vash takes his ice cream and samples a taste while trailing after Wolfwood, humming happily to have a sweet treat after a day of work.
The parlor is not right in the middle of the entertainment district, but it is on the tail-end of where all the bars are... They might catch sight of some drunkards having karaoke as they stumble about.
Maybe even a pathetic man crying on all fours. I don't know. No Man's Land is wild. ]
What kind of shit do you think we're gonna get up to around here?
[ Just vaguely gestures around with his spoon like. There's nothing!! It's not like they're in a college town with a club. Ice cream can only keep him up so long.
Anyway yeah. No Man's Land is full of so many weirdos, especially in their weird desert-side town stops. Big cities are probably more like a regular time, only weirdos in the far reaches. ]
What do you think happened to him?
[ Crying man has crawled to the side and given up, lying on the ground still sobbing. He might be sobbing a name but it's really hard to make it out through the tears. Let's play: is Katie is dog or his wife? ]
[ Anything can be out of their control, too. Vash is simply aware of the trouble he gets into and that counts as "getting up" to something. I mean, look at these weirdos? They can probably also see two men about to fight but they end up stumbling over each other.
He eats his ice cream, though he watches this pathetic man with sympathetic eyes. Maybe too sympathetic. ]
[ The man goes on to sob something along the lines of who am I going to go on walks with, there'll never be another like you, and I'll kill that fucking mailman. ]
...And Katie's...
[ Left him for the mailman? ...Dead??? What does 'leaving' entail here exactly? Wolfwood's not even sure this is about a human at all. ]
[ What the fuck. These are so vague where it can really be anything? Vash can consider Katie being a partner, but going on walks with is not usually the top thing to do with your significant other, right?
It's cute! Anyway! Though Vash has a slow spoonful of ice cream and the threats of violence start. ]
[ Wolfwood thinks you can definitely go on a walk with your significant other. They pretty much did this last night. They sort of are doing this right now, just feat. ice cream. ]
Must be.
[ That's so unfortunate for him. May the alcohol wear off soon and so may his sorrow. Wolfwood perks up at a different kind of sound and looks over in a different alleyway, from which the sounds of merry shouting can be heard. It gradually becomes louder. ]
[ While true, Vash would probably pick other things they do together... More like traveling together, eating together—though that's just as mundane as going on walks now that he considers it. ]
... They're not just slurring their words?
[ Vash legitimately thought this was drunk speak. He knows very little about Scotties and their language, especially when they're so Scottish. On the side, some other drunk talks about how he composed a song for his honeyboo... Would they like to hear it?
Let him play it on his harmonica. This reminds him. ]
Oh, yeah, I tried picking up the guitar for a little as a hobby.
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With Wolfwood's confirmation, Vash enthusiastically and hazardously waves toward the counter, catching the attention of staff. There's only a small shift in their hooked heels. Someone's careful despite the show. ]
Mister Izola! This guy's up for cleaning and lifting!
[ And a guy with a handlebar mustache shows up. How will you impress him, Wolfwood? ]
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Anyway you know how Wolfwood is good at putting up airs and friendly energy. He just flashes a plain smile of someone stupid, but not too stupid. Friendly and simple! ]
I don't carry around a resume but I've been hired from May to Augusta on and off and always leave places spotless.
[ All those odd jobs and ends, though the veracity of 'spotless' is up for debate. Mostly because of the amount of times they've had to flee in bullets and blood because another fight broke out but Mister Izola doesn't need to know that. ]
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It's not like a lot of jobs they can easily pick up need a spotless record. Vash simply smiles in a similar way as the partner in the act, though his gaze shifts over to Wolfwood.
Mister Izola says he gets the job! Not like he was looking for experience. Any help would be good considering they have a small staff and honestly the staff looks a little scrawny. With that, the staff and the boss himself returns to work. A couple of customers are coming in for the last round of the day.
Vash props his head on a palm, elbow rested on the table, smiling like usual. Very amused. ]
Woah... Laying it on him thick. I almost believed you're a good boy.
[ So funny. ]
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[ Sitting back in his chair when Izola gives him the job, chilling here until he gets deets later on when he should pick up a mop and where. ]
And I'm perfectly good when the situation calls for it.
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[ He's actually quite excited to get ice cream, so that waters down his desire to bully Wolfwood for his altar boy service.
We can fast forward them closing out the bakery? Izola would give Wolfwood some cleaning tasks and asking if he wouldn't mind bringing ingredients from their local sources next morning for extra hours of pay. They probably also get a bunch of leftover baked goods that weren't purchased. Not too many, but a decent amount of BREAD. ]
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After the bakery he's just leaning full weight on Vash as they leave trying to peer into the bag of breads. What we got. ]
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two croissants of different flavors, a chocolate chip pain au lait, a cinnamon roll, two orange sugar buns... Wouldn't it be funny if I say one calzone. This is a lot of sugar. ]
Working for a food place is really nice when there's stuff leftover.
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Couldn't cough up a coffee cream, huh? Damn.
[ He's joking he would never turn down free food. Most of the time. Well, he just mostly hopes these breads will be able to hold their own, their room probably has a small fridge. ]
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The funny thing is the sweeter stuff was more popular when the place opened, but people started picking the less sweeter stuff. Probably got tired from all the sugar.
[ They can head back to their little hostel and leave their bread in the fridge before they head out to the gelato place. ]
Got a flavor in mind you wanted to try? They give small spoonfuls for samples in case you're indecisive.
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Think it's just that people like it when they see somethin' new.
[ Novelty!! It's always fun and fresh. Bread: Fridged. Location: Headed. Gelato: Seen. He's looking at vanilla... caramel cream... coffee again. ]
What're you gonna get?
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[ I think the Italians would hate No Man's Land. Inside the shop they go and it's small and quaint.
Vash hovers over the cased display, perusing the flavors. ]
Thinking a fruity one.
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Uh-huh. Feels like you always go for sweet stuff.
[ Like. Gelato is typically sweet but you know what he means. ]
M'kay. Decided.
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Vash understands that some desserts are sweeter than others, so he doesn't have a smartass quip about how they're having dessert... ]
May I have two scoops of mango, please?
[ which he will receive. what is woowoo getting ]
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[ Why not. And a sprinkle of peanuts to cut through the sweetness. ]
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Where do you wanna eat? There are some tables here, but we can also head back to our room.
[ Their New Room with TWO beds. ]
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[ He gets his change but hands Vash a coin. ]
Flip on it?
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[ And!! Vash takes the coin, flipping it, and turning it to Wolfwood to show the result.
It's... Tails. ]
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[ Like either option was actually even bad at all. The only time he'll take chances if it's win-win, or worse-and-worser.
Enter slight goblin mode when their ice cream arrives and he slips into an outside booth, scoping for anything interesting to spy on. If you ask him to people-watch for entertainment, it's usually adults embarrassing themselves. Ice cream parlour vicinities will probably be tame though. ]
You haven't picked up a new hobby or anything?
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[ It isn't a command or order, just a responsible reminder. This is his due diligence as a little croissant baker. Vash takes his ice cream and samples a taste while trailing after Wolfwood, humming happily to have a sweet treat after a day of work.
The parlor is not right in the middle of the entertainment district, but it is on the tail-end of where all the bars are... They might catch sight of some drunkards having karaoke as they stumble about.
Maybe even a pathetic man crying on all fours. I don't know. No Man's Land is wild. ]
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[ Just vaguely gestures around with his spoon like. There's nothing!! It's not like they're in a college town with a club. Ice cream can only keep him up so long.
Anyway yeah. No Man's Land is full of so many weirdos, especially in their weird desert-side town stops. Big cities are probably more like a regular time, only weirdos in the far reaches. ]
What do you think happened to him?
[ Crying man has crawled to the side and given up, lying on the ground still sobbing. He might be sobbing a name but it's really hard to make it out through the tears. Let's play: is Katie is dog or his wife? ]
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[ Anything can be out of their control, too. Vash is simply aware of the trouble he gets into and that counts as "getting up" to something. I mean, look at these weirdos? They can probably also see two men about to fight but they end up stumbling over each other.
He eats his ice cream, though he watches this pathetic man with sympathetic eyes. Maybe too sympathetic. ]
My guess is that Katie left him.
[ Vash assumes girlfriend. He's heteronormative. ]
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...And Katie's...
[ Left him for the mailman? ...Dead??? What does 'leaving' entail here exactly? Wolfwood's not even sure this is about a human at all. ]
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It's cute! Anyway! Though Vash has a slow spoonful of ice cream and the threats of violence start. ]
G...one? Because of the mailman...?
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Must be.
[ That's so unfortunate for him. May the alcohol wear off soon and so may his sorrow. Wolfwood perks up at a different kind of sound and looks over in a different alleyway, from which the sounds of merry shouting can be heard. It gradually becomes louder. ]
. . .
What fuckin' language is that.
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... They're not just slurring their words?
[ Vash legitimately thought this was drunk speak. He knows very little about Scotties and their language, especially when they're so Scottish. On the side, some other drunk talks about how he composed a song for his honeyboo... Would they like to hear it?
Let him play it on his harmonica. This reminds him. ]
Oh, yeah, I tried picking up the guitar for a little as a hobby.
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