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.
We're all more or less unified in language -- kinda have to when you got all kinds of people havin' to work together to not die out.
[ There's probably still language, since there's obviously culture, and Vash made some French jokes. It's hard to keep it when you know, the actual culture is gone. Still: ]
...But I can pick up... a few words?
[ And then goes the most drunken sounding harmonica rip-off of Billy Joel he's ever heard in his life. The other guy starts crying. He's in debt. ]
Huh? What?
[ He can't hear you, his senses are being assaulted so bad. ]
[ NML has their own culture, even if some languages have survived the test of time. They've morphed and warped over the years, which i personally find all the more interesting. Vash tries to strain his ears and he thinks he can pick up a couple of words that sound familiar.
[ He's stopped his ice cream pursuit for now, his hands over his ears because this is a lot when you have just tuned up senses overall. It's not overloading but it's just so much noise.
The second dude forgets about his crushing debt to be instead hyped up about this terrible recorder and continues on with his mad shouting. Based on the gesturing, it seems he is trying to convince his friend to try playing the harmonica with his nose.
He's trying to focus on what Vash said but it's really hard. ]
Jesus fuckin' Christ. Didn't miss this part.
[ Sometimes the drunks are funny. However, he also acknowledges that sometimes the drunks are terrible. There's still the vague sound of a wet hiccup of the man on the floor. ]
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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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[ There's probably still language, since there's obviously culture, and Vash made some French jokes. It's hard to keep it when you know, the actual culture is gone. Still: ]
...But I can pick up... a few words?
[ And then goes the most drunken sounding harmonica rip-off of Billy Joel he's ever heard in his life. The other guy starts crying. He's in debt. ]
Huh? What?
[ He can't hear you, his senses are being assaulted so bad. ]
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Then a lot that don't.
THE HARMONICA PLAYS, but the essence is very titanic theme by recorder. ]
I said I've been learning the guitar!
[ Said only a little louder. He isn't trying to blast Wolfwood's ears this time. ]
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The second dude forgets about his crushing debt to be instead hyped up about this terrible recorder and continues on with his mad shouting. Based on the gesturing, it seems he is trying to convince his friend to try playing the harmonica with his nose.
He's trying to focus on what Vash said but it's really hard. ]
Jesus fuckin' Christ. Didn't miss this part.
[ Sometimes the drunks are funny. However, he also acknowledges that sometimes the drunks are terrible. There's still the vague sound of a wet hiccup of the man on the floor. ]
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