[ This snaps him sober from their cycle of feeding off of each other's playful goblin energy. He's still clinging onto Wolfwood's arm, but his eyes shift to the corner to look at him... Confused.
He thinks about it deeply at first. If he had more tolerance, Wolfwood could always be cute? What kind of tolerance? Cute tolerance? The thoughts circle, making him squint, before his eyes widen like an owl's as he pries. ]
What... What do you mean by that?
[ What? Does? That mean?! Why does he feel fear encroaching on his heart? He doesn't even know what this means?? Is this just a natural reaction to anything (cutely) unknown about Wolfwood? ]
[ He doesn't get why Vash is having a crisis suddenly. It was a normal jab as far as he's concerned and he doesn't see any reason for Vash to get all spooked about it. ]
Means if you didn't complain so much, I'm actually always endearing.
If I'm always sweet then it ain't special anymore, is it?
[ That's not the real reason why, it just comes to him purely by whim. And just reaching over and plucking a card from Vash's hand. Me parenting up to see what we haven't done and I guess it's just Kings so far so. Finish your entire drink Vash. ]
[ Honestly, he likes Wolfwood as he is... And wouldn't change him. Without the grave circumstances of the past, they're living life as simple as can be.
As simple as Vash downing his entire drink in one go. He chucks some cheese cubes into his mouth after...
[ Gets fed... aa cheese cube... as he works his brain which feels a tad slower than usual, but for once in his life he's not on edge about any smallest lapse in sharpness and awareness. He just thinks maybe this question is stupid or something, and he's had a few drinks. He can't be assed to come up with anything hyperspecific. ]
I like... everything about you. Dumbass.
[ Internally also debating whether that can't count as his Ace cash-in. Just be honest (complimentary). ]
[ Vash will forget that he has pulled an Ace and his mind isn't as sharp as it could be, but he allows it. They're relaxing... If he needed to be alert and vigilant, he's sure he can filter everything out quickly.
So he listens, squinting, and eats another cheese cube with salami. Tasty. ]
So... Your type... [ Tries to formulate something. ] Is blond.
[ Genuinely, while resisting the urge to retaliate because he's embarrassed and nervous. The fight or flight instincts are thrashing about, but he promised he'd work on this, on them.
He pushes the card deck towards Wolfwood, deciding that it counts for his ace. ]
I was planning to keep the black hair before, [ When Wolfwood was dead. ] But I was wondering if I should go back to blond?
[ He can't say he's intrinsically a blond-chaser... he's not sure what he likes actually. His upbringing didn't leave him much room to think about it. Not that he cares much -- before, it was because he was certain he'd die young when it was all said and done, and now, it's because he has Vash. He doesn't pull a new card for their modified Old Maid yet, taking a moment to consider. ]
I got used to it. Depends on what you want.
[ Which is for the most part true. He's still a bit nervous sometimes with the knowledge he's been granted thanks to Knives's general ranting and all, but he just has to trust in Vash. And dyeing it to blond for Wolfwood's sake is just kind of like slapping new drywall over a hole, so.
It's really about what Vash wants and if he likes himself better blond. ]
[ Vash had thought to keep his hair as is for ease, but the black color had reminded him of Wolfwood. Not exactly the same—his hair is a bit wilder, prone to be unkempt, and doesn't set in the same way. He doesn't need to miss Wolfwood in that way anymore.
Swirling his drink, he doesn't even ponder over his new mortality for one second. He had enough time during the months before he fought with Knives. ]
Bleaching's gotta be annoying, especially if I have to do it every once in a while. It's also not cheap, I heard.
. . . [ ?! HOW MUCH IS THAT. ] Can you think in numbers other than doughnuts?
[ True... bleach... expensive. No idea how Vash's hair would hold up to it either. Does he have keratin identical to humans? Imagine this is how he goes bald. ]
You were dyeing your hair for fun with Livio, in the UG.
[ And he can't always be assed to look incredibly presentable. Hours at the salon bleaching? Possibility of getting interrupted in the middle and leaving with a weird haircut. ]
Yeah. It's easier to add color when I started off blond, then the big guy already had lighter hair color.
I don't look exactly like my wanted poster right now, all right?
[ With much feigned offense and a slice of salami right after into Wolfwood's mouth. It is a little looney how he went on with going unnoticed a lot unless his poster was immediately there for comparison, but that's what it's like in the Wild Wild Galaxy West.
Vash did the bare minimum with going by a different name sometimes. That's it. ]
You have to agree that I'm a little more lowkey now.
It's the fuckin' fact that they got your blond ass, red jacket, and shades right on the front cover and you didn't even think of changin' one single thing about it. For how many years!
[ Pokes him in the temple because he's rude. But also Vash is insane. And maybe this is sort of finally payback for the sheer fact that the one time Vash actually did do the laying-low thing proper was the time Wolfwood had to actually find him! It took two years. ]
Dunno about lowkey. They already got your mugshot updated. I saw 'em.
[ Since he couldn't help himself and went I AM VASH THE STAMPEDE after his black hair update. ]
[ His head so easily lolls when Wolfwood pokes him... Eyes crinkled into a smile much like his lips, a little goofy and maybe all too content to be washed away by alcohol. It doesn't entirely have his mind, but he does feel it slip into a peaceful lull.
Peaceful enough where he's thinking how nice it'd be to have a huge chunk of cheese. The criticism is rolling off his back since he has heard this before. He extends his pointer finger for the hand holding a glass, pointing at Wolfwood. ]
You did... Right! [ He remembers his new wanted poster and him still going out there every once in a while saying I'M VASH THE STAMPEDE. ] Why did they choose that photo? I don't look that menacing!
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He thinks about it deeply at first. If he had more tolerance, Wolfwood could always be cute? What kind of tolerance? Cute tolerance? The thoughts circle, making him squint, before his eyes widen like an owl's as he pries. ]
What... What do you mean by that?
[ What? Does? That mean?! Why does he feel fear encroaching on his heart? He doesn't even know what this means?? Is this just a natural reaction to anything (cutely) unknown about Wolfwood? ]
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[ He doesn't get why Vash is having a crisis suddenly. It was a normal jab as far as he's concerned and he doesn't see any reason for Vash to get all spooked about it. ]
Means if you didn't complain so much, I'm actually always endearing.
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When have I ever complained?
[ He definitely has, but suddenly he has amnesia. Has it been recent, though? Yeah, somehow, he seems to have forgotten. ]
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[ Still a little tilted over from shoving him, but holding up his hand of cards and squinting into it. ]
Was it your turn or mine?
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[ However, depending how sweet he did pretend to gag... Vash straightens up to try to get them to untilt. Is it working? ]
I think it was yours.
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If I'm always sweet then it ain't special anymore, is it?
[ That's not the real reason why, it just comes to him purely by whim. And just reaching over and plucking a card from Vash's hand. Me parenting up to see what we haven't done and I guess it's just Kings so far so. Finish your entire drink Vash. ]
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[ Honestly, he likes Wolfwood as he is... And wouldn't change him. Without the grave circumstances of the past, they're living life as simple as can be.
As simple as Vash downing his entire drink in one go. He chucks some cheese cubes into his mouth after...
His time to pull a card. Wolfwood gets an ace. ]
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[ Suddenly remembers why he was being cuddly in the first place. ]
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[ Wot. He looks distracted about whatever Vash is on about this time, given he was just staring at him for a second while he finished his drink. ]
What were you beggin' for again?
[ His attention span... it's failing him low-key. He's also trying to remember what Aces are for. ]
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[ Vash is still here enough in the mind to remember this, just that he got distracted through the whole process. He will feed Wolfwood a cheese cube.
Aces are also doing something you've never done before as a reference. ]
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I like... everything about you. Dumbass.
[ Internally also debating whether that can't count as his Ace cash-in. Just be honest (complimentary). ]
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So he listens, squinting, and eats another cheese cube with salami. Tasty. ]
So... Your type... [ Tries to formulate something. ] Is blond.
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No.
You're not even blond anymore.
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[ Genuinely, while resisting the urge to retaliate because he's embarrassed and nervous. The fight or flight instincts are thrashing about, but he promised he'd work on this, on them.
He pushes the card deck towards Wolfwood, deciding that it counts for his ace. ]
I was planning to keep the black hair before, [ When Wolfwood was dead. ] But I was wondering if I should go back to blond?
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I got used to it. Depends on what you want.
[ Which is for the most part true. He's still a bit nervous sometimes with the knowledge he's been granted thanks to Knives's general ranting and all, but he just has to trust in Vash. And dyeing it to blond for Wolfwood's sake is just kind of like slapping new drywall over a hole, so.
It's really about what Vash wants and if he likes himself better blond. ]
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Swirling his drink, he doesn't even ponder over his new mortality for one second. He had enough time during the months before he fought with Knives. ]
Bleaching's gotta be annoying, especially if I have to do it every once in a while. It's also not cheap, I heard.
[ He drawls before taking another sip. ]
It's like.... four hundred donuts.
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[ True... bleach... expensive. No idea how Vash's hair would hold up to it either. Does he have keratin identical to humans? Imagine this is how he goes bald. ]
You were dyeing your hair for fun with Livio, in the UG.
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[ And he can't always be assed to look incredibly presentable. Hours at the salon bleaching? Possibility of getting interrupted in the middle and leaving with a weird haircut. ]
Yeah. It's easier to add color when I started off blond, then the big guy already had lighter hair color.
[ Feeds Wolfwood another cube of cheese. ]
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Do whatever you want. Go firetruck red and match your favourite jacket.
Try lookin' a little less exactly like your wanted posters.
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[ With much feigned offense and a slice of salami right after into Wolfwood's mouth. It is a little looney how he went on with going unnoticed a lot unless his poster was immediately there for comparison, but that's what it's like in the Wild Wild Galaxy West.
Vash did the bare minimum with going by a different name sometimes. That's it. ]
You have to agree that I'm a little more lowkey now.
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[ Pokes him in the temple because he's rude. But also Vash is insane. And maybe this is sort of finally payback for the sheer fact that the one time Vash actually did do the laying-low thing proper was the time Wolfwood had to actually find him! It took two years. ]
Dunno about lowkey. They already got your mugshot updated. I saw 'em.
[ Since he couldn't help himself and went I AM VASH THE STAMPEDE after his black hair update. ]
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Peaceful enough where he's thinking how nice it'd be to have a huge chunk of cheese. The criticism is rolling off his back since he has heard this before. He extends his pointer finger for the hand holding a glass, pointing at Wolfwood. ]
You did... Right! [ He remembers his new wanted poster and him still going out there every once in a while saying I'M VASH THE STAMPEDE. ] Why did they choose that photo? I don't look that menacing!
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[ He can't read the meta and yet, he can sense it, because he's shoving a cube of cheap cheese at Vash's mouth next. ]
Iunno what else you'd prefer. A dumb-lookin' photo plastered on every saloon wall?
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