[ 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!
[ That is the opposite of what he is! The opposite of what he'd like to be known for... And it's already tagged onto the title of Humanoid Typhoon, anyway. Point is, he is humble! Except for the few times he did bloat his name to be scarier. He, in drunken reverie, does not remember those times.
He eats some cured meats, chewing with his cheeks puffed out. ]
Of course I do! All of the times I've had a bounty, it wasn't my fault!
[ Fortunately, not so drunk that it's self-deprecating hours. He just wants to complain. ]
You really enjoyed it when I was bald. It's kind of creepy.
[ Does not wait to attack Wolfwood and conflate what actually happened... Despite that, he slumps against him, incredibly comfortable, almost affectionate in the tipsy haze. ]
Pissed? After chasing me to touch my bald head and thinking it was funny?
[ Does Wolfwood care to explain a bit more... He knew that Wolfwood had been tense throughout the whole stay in the Underground, but even Vash could find maybe a chuckle to see someone bald.
Don't mind if he lazily but weirdly carefully touch the hand of the arm Wolfwood swung around him, then hold it for his own comfort. Vash closes his eyes and hums, content and thinking yet not conjuring thoughts. ]
If we're sticking around, we can save the rest for later, but if we're going to head out we should finish.
[ While he has carried alcohol on him before, he's more nervous about something so expensive in his bag. ]
[ It's just like the raw insanity of being so fucking mad about everything and stressed out of your mind and then the guy you're in love with who has also been griefing you and is one of the two reasons why you're so stressed throughout the entire game just shows up bald. MG really is clown music all the time. ]
We'll hit the road eventually but we're not in that much of a rush, right?
[ They don't have to abandon places within days, hours after they arrive anymore. There's no deathly Ark, harbinger of the apocalypse, looming and waiting to accept them. They can do whatever the fuck they want. Wolfwood isn't ready to settle down yet, but he's alright to slow down. ]
[ Wolfwood really lost his mind while Vash was like "I guess this is just what happens to me" including the murder game scenario. He presses his face into Wolfwood's shirt, thinking...
They're bound to be on the road in the future, but not too soon. ]
You think you can keep up?
[ Vash... Wants to drink to enjoy rather than drown all his sorrows. ]
The fuck you think I've been doing all this time if not keeping up?
[ Answer him that, bitch. If he can keep up with the Human Typhoon, he can surely keep up with anything in the world. Giving this mop of messy hair a purposeful ruffle with his hand. ]
[ STOP MESSING WITH HIS HAIR, except Vash doesn't do much but lazily pour them more wine. They're going to empty it whether Wolfwood can or not. Vash can clean it out with ease... Unfortunately? Fortunately? ]
You didn't drink a lot before!
[ He understood why, but the point is that Wolfwood never quite let loose. It would have been funnier if he was a bit of a lightweight. It's fine. He likes Wolfwood however he is. ]
Didn't feel like it. Can't really get all drunk on the job, can I?
[ Even if his body does also metabolise it real fast, but he can get drunk for at least one night. That's all it takes to die. He wasn't ready to risk that. Well he still wouldn't risk that but the chances are far, far less. ]
Now that I'm in-between jobs 'cause of you, guess the least you can do me is spare a drink or two, yeah.
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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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Is a more flattering one too much to—[ He gets cheesed and stops talking because he has to chew. ]
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[ Poking him in the temple some more. It's a bad habit. ]
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You're saying it's my fault they used that photo?! They definitely have better shots of me! Meryl showed me some of them!
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[ It's either the goblin poster or it's his silly teehee one from the anime or Badlands Rumble. Very funny. ]
You ever get sick of seeing your own face on the papers?
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[ That is the opposite of what he is! The opposite of what he'd like to be known for... And it's already tagged onto the title of Humanoid Typhoon, anyway. Point is, he is humble! Except for the few times he did bloat his name to be scarier. He, in drunken reverie, does not remember those times.
He eats some cured meats, chewing with his cheeks puffed out. ]
Of course I do! All of the times I've had a bounty, it wasn't my fault!
[ Fortunately, not so drunk that it's self-deprecating hours. He just wants to complain. ]
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[ Just slouching on him, shoulder to shoulder. You are a silly boy Vash... unfortunately... you are Wolfwood's silly lad... ]
Maybe you should get a new image all over again. Shave your head this time.
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[ Does not wait to attack Wolfwood and conflate what actually happened... Despite that, he slumps against him, incredibly comfortable, almost affectionate in the tipsy haze. ]
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[ Is it because he avoided getting balded. Yeah. He naturally throws an arm over him, content to have the physical touch. ]
You really gonna try to polish off all of this or are we done for tonight?
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[ Does Wolfwood care to explain a bit more... He knew that Wolfwood had been tense throughout the whole stay in the Underground, but even Vash could find maybe a chuckle to see someone bald.
Don't mind if he lazily but weirdly carefully touch the hand of the arm Wolfwood swung around him, then hold it for his own comfort. Vash closes his eyes and hums, content and thinking yet not conjuring thoughts. ]
If we're sticking around, we can save the rest for later, but if we're going to head out we should finish.
[ While he has carried alcohol on him before, he's more nervous about something so expensive in his bag. ]
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[ It's just like the raw insanity of being so fucking mad about everything and stressed out of your mind and then the guy you're in love with who has also been griefing you and is one of the two reasons why you're so stressed throughout the entire game just shows up bald. MG really is clown music all the time. ]
We'll hit the road eventually but we're not in that much of a rush, right?
[ They don't have to abandon places within days, hours after they arrive anymore. There's no deathly Ark, harbinger of the apocalypse, looming and waiting to accept them. They can do whatever the fuck they want. Wolfwood isn't ready to settle down yet, but he's alright to slow down. ]
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They're bound to be on the road in the future, but not too soon. ]
You think you can keep up?
[ Vash... Wants to drink to enjoy rather than drown all his sorrows. ]
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[ Answer him that, bitch. If he can keep up with the Human Typhoon, he can surely keep up with anything in the world. Giving this mop of messy hair a purposeful ruffle with his hand. ]
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You didn't drink a lot before!
[ He understood why, but the point is that Wolfwood never quite let loose. It would have been funnier if he was a bit of a lightweight. It's fine. He likes Wolfwood however he is. ]
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[ Even if his body does also metabolise it real fast, but he can get drunk for at least one night. That's all it takes to die. He wasn't ready to risk that. Well he still wouldn't risk that but the chances are far, far less. ]
Now that I'm in-between jobs 'cause of you, guess the least you can do me is spare a drink or two, yeah.
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[ He's lazily still sidled against him, swirling the wine in his glass a bit before imbibing a good amount in. ]
I'd be watching over you.
[ He'd protect you, you know. ]
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