[ EYEROLL. But fine, hang on tight because he's just going to rev this bike and we will now start riding down the road...
Whee... feel the wind in your hair. Wolfwood doesn't offer much chatter but it's really just because it's hard to talk on a motorcycle, it's very loud. It has been a long time since they last rode Angelina together. ]
[ He's basically taking advantage of hugging Wolfwood... This is nice and there are no complaints because of how difficult it is to talk when there's so much wind blasting your face.
He rests his head on Wolfwood shoulder, burying his face in, and enjoys the ride until they get to stop... And still clings onto him because he's clingy. ]
[ It'll be a good amount of time until they get to that stop. An hour or two probably, YOU SAID DAY TRIP? That seems about right to me. It's going to go from warm to too-warm real quick with the desert and the physical proximity, but if Wolfwood is at all bothered by it, he certainly doesn't speak up.
Not until they reach the outskirts of the nearest town anyway, where the bike comes to a slowing throttle and he tilts the heavy thing so his foot can reach the ground, the pounds of weight nothing in his hands. ]
[ Yeah about an hour or so on bike should be enough. They can easily return to the colony without needing to stay over.
These two freaks really are used to the desert despite what they normally wear. Vash mostly stays in that position, sometimes with his eyes closed, and he clings on a little longer with his head pressed against Wolfwood's shoulder... Mumbling. ]
There's a boutique.
[ Wolfwood's waist is free as Vash hops off the bike, stretching his arm above his head and moving his shoulders back. His ass is flat so sitting for so long did not do anything to it.
Arms return to his side, with one hand fishing the note in his pocket. ]
[ He just repeats the word like he's wondering who the hell names these kinds of things. Looking around... squinting. ]
Somewhere over there?
[ Pointing to an alley full of market shops that look about right? It's got that cafe street, boutique-y energy to it. The rare sight of flora!! Not much, and mostly very desert things, but the planet really is changing very slowly. ]
That looks like a good start! We can pick up a pastry on the way, too.
[ And, if anything, Vash will ask a local for directions if they can't find it on their own. Come, come, Wolfwood. He walks into this quaint little district. ]
[ Carbs in general though by all means, he is not giving that shit up. He loves noodles. He's going to traipse after Vash... I have decided that the Punisher has stayed home today so he's a bit bare, though given how he is, never not strapped with a gun on his person just in case. But it is a bit unique to see him not in the suit and without cross. He truly is on an off-day. ]
Sometimes that's all we can afford... What else would we eat? I guess there's boiled potatoes. Fries are getting expensive.
[ They're not even suffering from being poor, actually... But it's hard to shake off the mindset. They pass by a cafe, then a small little library, and some other boutiques (Vash and Wolfwood would probably think they're just small clothing stores). ]
Yeah, but a bunch of them for the wedding. [ He peeks over his shoulder when he hears Wolfwood trailing after him. A moment of silence. ] It's weird to see you like this.
Boiled potatoes aren't bad, but imagine having them all the time. [ Mush all the time? Even though Vash would not complain if it comes down to it. He would eat those potatoes if it means he'll live another day. ] Don't worry about the tablecloths, he showed me some before and told me which one he wanted from that.
[ Vash has very selective memory where he's quick to forget and let things pass, but then remembers in such vivid detail. Can't be me and that's probably for the best.
What can I say, it adds a nice kick and you can throw it in someone's eyes in a pinch.
[ We love multi-use! ]
Can't deny that, I guess...
[ The amount of times people make their first impressions of him based off the Punisher alone is not few. That being said, having it be pointed out now makes him feel weird and naked. His hands... empty... ]
[ maybe it is just me that thinks tabasco isn't super hot, but it is a hot sauce. ]
This again... [ Just a flashback of Shenhe telling him that Wolfwood taught her this, then she shared with others. ] I've never seen you use it like that.
[ Wolfwood is giving off such a funny aura right now. Tilting his head, he slows down a bit so they can walk side by side. Whispering: ]
It's not like I was doubting you. Wish I got to see it since it sounds hilarious.
[ It just seems a little silly, says the silly man himself. Vash's walking along, eyes on Wolfwood the whole time since he slowed down to be by his side, so here their eyes connect.
Suddenly, he's nervous, so he overcompensates full-on bravado. ]
Well! Your hand seems a little lonely without the Punisher and I thought maybe I could keep it company?
[ And Vash confidently takes it even though Wolfwood rudely shoved it at him. It's a secure grasp of his unloved flesh hand... It isn't soft, considering they both use guns, but at least it's warm.
Whatever bravado Vash had is gone. He's just awkward now, but they're making their way to the boutique—he's FOCUSED on finding the boutique. ]
[ Whatever other witty comment he maybe had up his sleeve is just dissipating as they walk along. Wolfwood may be a tiny bit embarrassed to be out in public holding hands but he decided to bend anyway because sometimes... Vash is like a wild animal... or maybe like a little kid is the better way to describe it in terms of knowledge Wolfwood has. Deny them the little things and they just might learn to not ask ever again, and he's trying to put in the work to work the opposite of that.
And just in general, the tendency to end up filling whatever blank Vash leaves in their dynamic. If Vash is calm, Wolfwood is yelling. If Vash is panicking, Wolfwood is stoic. At least for the serious bits because Lord knows how much sometimes they both yell because it's funny. Anyway, that's why he's calm as they walk holding hands and Wolfwood is, at best, giving off the energy of very mildly conscious but mostly totally fine. ]
Jesus, don't make it weird by going silent as a rock all of a sudden.
[ It's true... Despite the amount of complaints and begging, Vash is low maintenance with very little genuine asks, preferring to keep to himself. Generally, being obedient and likable lets him stay longer until he himself decides when it ends, but he's settling with conveying his desires. His wants. To be vocal. Just live life like everyone else.
Which is why he's still holding Wolfwood's hand even though he's some level of self-conscious. It wanes second by second, but he straightens up when Wolfwood SPOTLIGHTS HIM. ]
I'm not going silent for no reason?! [ While also standing in a way that makes it difficult for other people to see they're holding hands... It's more for Wolfwood's sake than his own. ] I'm trying to find the boutique! There are so many shops.
[ All these shops are also dainty and delicate, perfect aesthetic for weddings? Though some of them are bakeries, cafes, other types of boutiques—they really passed by a crystal shop for wellness and another for candles. ]
You don't even know? The way you took the guy's request and had me start drivin', I thought you knew where to go!
[ What was his name again. It has slipped Wolfwood's mind. He never claimed to be good with remembering people with the life he's led, although he is sort of trying to work on that. Soemtimes. Curses the image of the guy's face in his mind for getting them lost in the meanwhile. ]
I haven't been here in a while?! He wrote down the name at least! It shouldn't be hard! This place isn't that big!
[ The dude's name is Joseph and he trusted that they wouldn't have that much trouble finding the table cloths. Little does he know that they're bumbling idiots to some degree. ]
These aren't the same shops! [ Momentarily gets distracted by a gelato place. Back to yelling. ] You won't find table cloths in a candle store! Wait. I think that's it?
[ He points to a shop then flashes the note in that same hand to Wolfwood. The names seem to match. ]
[ WHO'S WE IN THIS SITUATION HE THOUGHT VASH HAD EVERYTHING!! ]
Going into a candle store wasn't on the table!
[ Unless it's just for personal reasons. Ready to watch Vash unleash a secret candle hobby. He starts pulling Vash along by the hand since they're already conveniently connected towards said shop. Prepares for you to tell me somehow it isn't it. ]
Hey—[ He's pulled along for some strides before getting back his footing. How fucking dare you this is definitely the wedding boutique and connected to it is a wedding tailor shop or whatever.
It's not EXTREMELY fancy, but definitely more than either of them may be used to. It's beautiful. ]
All right, table cloths. The note says that they're... [ Squints at the note. ] An ivory white with a rounded lace trim. The cutout details are apples and leaves...?
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To the raised eyebrows, he just smiles at him? ]
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Whee... feel the wind in your hair. Wolfwood doesn't offer much chatter but it's really just because it's hard to talk on a motorcycle, it's very loud. It has been a long time since they last rode Angelina together. ]
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He rests his head on Wolfwood shoulder, burying his face in, and enjoys the ride until they get to stop... And still clings onto him because he's clingy. ]
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Not until they reach the outskirts of the nearest town anyway, where the bike comes to a slowing throttle and he tilts the heavy thing so his foot can reach the ground, the pounds of weight nothing in his hands. ]
Get off, we're here and you're hot.
[ NOW he complains, sort of. ]
Where's this store he wants us to get to?
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These two freaks really are used to the desert despite what they normally wear. Vash mostly stays in that position, sometimes with his eyes closed, and he clings on a little longer with his head pressed against Wolfwood's shoulder... Mumbling. ]
There's a boutique.
[ Wolfwood's waist is free as Vash hops off the bike, stretching his arm above his head and moving his shoulders back. His ass is flat so sitting for so long did not do anything to it.
Arms return to his side, with one hand fishing the note in his pocket. ]
Bella's Boutique?
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[ He just repeats the word like he's wondering who the hell names these kinds of things. Looking around... squinting. ]
Somewhere over there?
[ Pointing to an alley full of market shops that look about right? It's got that cafe street, boutique-y energy to it. The rare sight of flora!! Not much, and mostly very desert things, but the planet really is changing very slowly. ]
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[ And, if anything, Vash will ask a local for directions if they can't find it on their own. Come, come, Wolfwood. He walks into this quaint little district. ]
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[ Carbs in general though by all means, he is not giving that shit up. He loves noodles. He's going to traipse after Vash... I have decided that the Punisher has stayed home today so he's a bit bare, though given how he is, never not strapped with a gun on his person just in case. But it is a bit unique to see him not in the suit and without cross. He truly is on an off-day. ]
What'd he want -- a tablecloth?
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[ They're not even suffering from being poor, actually... But it's hard to shake off the mindset. They pass by a cafe, then a small little library, and some other boutiques (Vash and Wolfwood would probably think they're just small clothing stores). ]
Yeah, but a bunch of them for the wedding. [ He peeks over his shoulder when he hears Wolfwood trailing after him. A moment of silence. ] It's weird to see you like this.
[ LIKE WHAT ]
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[ Just a touch of salt and that shit rocks dude. He raises a brow though as they're passing by. ]
He didn't specify what kind, did he... can we just grab any?
And see me like what.
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[ Vash has very selective memory where he's quick to forget and let things pass, but then remembers in such vivid detail. Can't be me and that's probably for the best.
Squinting, he tries to find the words. ]
Like... A guy.
[ SO DESCRIPTIVE. ]
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[ Pausing and looking. ]
I am a guy. You mean without the Punisher?
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[ Whether No Man's Land has real spice, I do not know, but Vash can handle it well enough. He doesn't have the taste for it, though. ]
Yeah! The Punisher really adds to a certain look.
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What can I say, it adds a nice kick and you can throw it in someone's eyes in a pinch.
[ We love multi-use! ]
Can't deny that, I guess...
[ The amount of times people make their first impressions of him based off the Punisher alone is not few. That being said, having it be pointed out now makes him feel weird and naked. His hands... empty... ]
C'mon, stop screwin' around.
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This again... [ Just a flashback of Shenhe telling him that Wolfwood taught her this, then she shared with others. ] I've never seen you use it like that.
[ Wolfwood is giving off such a funny aura right now. Tilting his head, he slows down a bit so they can walk side by side. Whispering: ]
Do you want to hold hands?
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That's 'cause you were strapped to a hospital bed. [ And it was a long time ago. ] It worked real well for the record.
[ They're walking along... and with the suggestion, he raises a brow as he turns his head like a bird to look at him. ]
What brought this on?
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[ It just seems a little silly, says the silly man himself. Vash's walking along, eyes on Wolfwood the whole time since he slowed down to be by his side, so here their eyes connect.
Suddenly, he's nervous, so he overcompensates full-on bravado. ]
Well! Your hand seems a little lonely without the Punisher and I thought maybe I could keep it company?
[ An incredibly natural wink. ]
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...
He just shoves his hand at Vash. Without saying anything. ]
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Whatever bravado Vash had is gone. He's just awkward now, but they're making their way to the boutique—he's FOCUSED on finding the boutique. ]
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And just in general, the tendency to end up filling whatever blank Vash leaves in their dynamic. If Vash is calm, Wolfwood is yelling. If Vash is panicking, Wolfwood is stoic. At least for the serious bits because Lord knows how much sometimes they both yell because it's funny. Anyway, that's why he's calm as they walk holding hands and Wolfwood is, at best, giving off the energy of very mildly conscious but mostly totally fine. ]
Jesus, don't make it weird by going silent as a rock all of a sudden.
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Which is why he's still holding Wolfwood's hand even though he's some level of self-conscious. It wanes second by second, but he straightens up when Wolfwood SPOTLIGHTS HIM. ]
I'm not going silent for no reason?! [ While also standing in a way that makes it difficult for other people to see they're holding hands... It's more for Wolfwood's sake than his own. ] I'm trying to find the boutique! There are so many shops.
[ All these shops are also dainty and delicate, perfect aesthetic for weddings? Though some of them are bakeries, cafes, other types of boutiques—they really passed by a crystal shop for wellness and another for candles. ]
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[ What was his name again. It has slipped Wolfwood's mind. He never claimed to be good with remembering people with the life he's led, although he is sort of trying to work on that. Soemtimes. Curses the image of the guy's face in his mind for getting them lost in the meanwhile. ]
There's a million of 'em, can't any of these do?!
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[ The dude's name is Joseph and he trusted that they wouldn't have that much trouble finding the table cloths. Little does he know that they're bumbling idiots to some degree. ]
These aren't the same shops! [ Momentarily gets distracted by a gelato place. Back to yelling. ] You won't find table cloths in a candle store! Wait. I think that's it?
[ He points to a shop then flashes the note in that same hand to Wolfwood. The names seem to match. ]
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Going into a candle store wasn't on the table!
[ Unless it's just for personal reasons. Ready to watch Vash unleash a secret candle hobby. He starts pulling Vash along by the hand since they're already conveniently connected towards said shop. Prepares for you to tell me somehow it isn't it. ]
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It's not EXTREMELY fancy, but definitely more than either of them may be used to. It's beautiful. ]
All right, table cloths. The note says that they're... [ Squints at the note. ] An ivory white with a rounded lace trim. The cutout details are apples and leaves...?
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