[ 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. ]
[ Vash laughs a bit because... Honestly... This chaos barely matches to the Underground. The difference here is that NML people are just like this versus the Underground throwing things at them and they had to react one way or the other. ]
That's No Man's Land for ya. [ He continues to eat his ice cream because he's less grated than Wolfwood. ] We can round the corner. It'll be quieter there.
[ Watch this man do a harmonica solo with his nostrils. Don't mind if he takes a small spoonful of Wolfwood's ice cream as his senses are assaulted. ]
[ Objectively, what is happening here is REALLY funny. However Wolfwood is a piece of shit who doesn't have that much fun if he can't make fun of something so he's just observing this happen like why, everyone on this planet is a weirdo.
His ice cream is swiped. He doesn't even 'oi' Vash this time. Not because he's distracted by the noise either, he's just letting Vash have his spoonful but he is picking up his ice cream cup after. ]
[ There are just too many things to react to, so Vash understands. Sometimes there's too much absurdity to have a good laugh. They can scoot and turn to the other side of the street.
Since Wolfwood was nice and didn't try to fight him, he offers him a spoonful of his ice cream, too. He's free to take the spoon himself or invite handfeeding. ]
[ It's a small spoon so it's almost bordering on stubborn to go out of his way to take the spoon to avoid being handfed. Feed him the ice cream. ]
Damn, could've picked a nicer alley to confess in.
[ He peers around to see if there's some kind of club or party or something. Did this person just invite someone to a random street for a confession? That kind of sucks if that's the case. ]
[ He is fed. He draws back, spoon still in mouth. He has taken your spoon. ]
They're kids. Spring of love.
[ Even if he thinks fifteen years old is crushing territory, but who is he to condemn these two for giving it a shot? Or one of them for giving it a shot. ]
[ She's thinking about it. She is continuing to think about it. Any time where somebody has to take this long to think about it is probably a little concerning. Even Wolfwood is starting to feel bad for the kid. ]
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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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That's No Man's Land for ya. [ He continues to eat his ice cream because he's less grated than Wolfwood. ] We can round the corner. It'll be quieter there.
[ Watch this man do a harmonica solo with his nostrils. Don't mind if he takes a small spoonful of Wolfwood's ice cream as his senses are assaulted. ]
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His ice cream is swiped. He doesn't even 'oi' Vash this time. Not because he's distracted by the noise either, he's just letting Vash have his spoonful but he is picking up his ice cream cup after. ]
Fine, scoot over then.
[ What does the other side of the street hold? ]
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Since Wolfwood was nice and didn't try to fight him, he offers him a spoonful of his ice cream, too. He's free to take the spoon himself or invite handfeeding. ]
Let's see...
[ Someone is getting confessed to... ]
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Damn, could've picked a nicer alley to confess in.
[ He peers around to see if there's some kind of club or party or something. Did this person just invite someone to a random street for a confession? That kind of sucks if that's the case. ]
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[ This side of the street is quieter than the other, but there is a party nearby—which may be where they came from. It's a quinceañera...
And the two confessing here are teenagers. ]
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They're kids. Spring of love.
[ Even if he thinks fifteen years old is crushing territory, but who is he to condemn these two for giving it a shot? Or one of them for giving it a shot. ]
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As they're doing lowkey couple things, the teens in front of them—it looks like the boy has confessed his heart, but the girl hasn't responded back. ]
Uh-oh.
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I take it back?
[ She's thinking about it. She is continuing to think about it. Any time where somebody has to take this long to think about it is probably a little concerning. Even Wolfwood is starting to feel bad for the kid. ]
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