[ How dare you assume he can't read upside down, maybe he can. He does have his head a little bit tilted like an owl though, a gesture that follows when the menu is truned around for him. ]
Just pick two you want, or somethin'. Chocolate and maple?
[ Listen, he's trying to make it easier on him! What's wrong with that? See? It's easier like this, isn't it? Vash doesn't need to tilt his head to read it... Just kidding, he tilts his head just a little, but then his mouth shapes in a o when Wolfwood lays down some choices. ]
[ Maple syrup can exist if Tabasco does especially since in this all-American canon we love pancakes. However I am just assigning him not a pancake eater. ]
I have! Or whatever syrup they use for pancakes and waffles... I think it's agave syrup, though.
[ Not all cities can have actual maple syrup. Vash is obviously not picky since he waves down a server to order their French! One probably chocolate and maple while the other will be cream and berries so they can have a variety.
...
For a second, the server looks at them, then at Vash, "you look familiar..."
[ He just silently mouths 'Christ' at Vash getting semi-recognised in public. The usual. He's nonchalant about it though, his specialty. The less attention he pays to it and the more unbothered he comes off, the more people are usually willing to let it go. Worst case scenario though, he's always got a S&W tucked away on his beltline.
He eyes the waffles, particularly the one loaded with cream and berries a bit, before he comments. ]
Oh, yeah. Sorry, dropped my fork earlier while we were waitin'. Mind getting me a new one? Oh yeah, and can you smoke in here?
[ Just to pull the waiter's attention elsewhere. ]
[ The server is distracted by the change of topic. Good work, Wolfwood, even though Vash has a whole story already prepared in the matter of a second. They said they will get him another fork right away, but unfortunately they don't allow smoking... It would disturb the other guests and interfere with the experience. Sorry. ]
No worries! My buddy here will be fine to not smoke for two toasts worth.
[ A bright smile where the server feels there's no doubt that they're both good guys, especially when the golden retriever facade is So Strong. They tell them if they need them, to wave them down! Enjoy your french toast.
... And Vash is ogling them... ]
They look so good! [ Though he steals a glance at Wolfwood—he drags the choco maple waffle closer to him. ] I'll start with this one.
[ That gets Vash a shove under the table with his knee for that. Even though he's right. If the waiter hadn't told him no he would have smoked right now out of spite. Now he's grumpy (not real). ]
Yeah, yeah. Don't get too married to that one, this one looks sweet as hell.
[ Loaded with whipped cream as it is. Chomping on a bit of good ol' waffle bread though. Tastee... ]
[ SO WOLFWOOD DID NOT WANT THE CREAM ONE? Vash misread this and despite that he will gently knock Wolfwood's shin under the table. Stop that. They're not here to fight in an establishment.
Smile on his face, though. Angelic! ]
I know, I know. We're sharing anyway since I want to try that one, too!
[ He cuts the french toast and has a bit bite off his fork, chewing sooooooo happily. ]
[ He doesn't have a massive sweet tooth... so much whipped cream...
He returns the knock but like 5% harder. It's always like this. Above-table, he also grins. Slightly less angelic. But also at least a little bit genuinely angelic because it's always nice to see Vash actually enjoying things. ]
Wanna swap half a plate?
[ Just dump half his waffle on Vash's and vice versa. ]
[ He gives Wolfwood a look, while still smiling despite the puffed cheeks full of chocolate-y and maple-y French toast, that speaks "cut that shit out" with his content warning blue eyes. They are not here to fight at an establishment! They are not!!
But his aggressive smiling disperses once he swallows, lopsided and resigned at the sight of Wolfwood playing with a smile. Even if there's a good percentage of stinky and shitty in it, it's nice to see. ]
Yeah, let's.
[ He cuts half of this toast and picks it up by fork and knife with much finesse.
But it's scary to watch it balance. So floppy, threatening to drop onto their pristine table and make a mess. It is a hazard. ]
[ And he gives Vash back a look that more or less reads 'eat my ass'. With raised brows. It very quickly turns into a squint when Vash starts acting like he's a circus boy, balancing all this stuff on his fork.
He pushes his own plate forward just by a smidgen. ]
[ IS THERE SPACE FOR THIS HALF OF THE TOAST? How are they to exchange if not circus it?
Well, Wolfwood gave him this responsibility, so he tries to maneuver the half toasts as seamlessly as possible. Somehow, he does it without dropping a lick of syrup, but it does look like a circus the way he handles the bready goods. ]
[ He's afraid Vash is going to drop the toast. He is carefully nudging the plate underneath in case of any droppage. Fortunately there seems to be none. Good work, buddy. ]
Not forkin' the whole thing over like that?
[ Sticks his fork into another piece of waffle while at it. ]
So much for a dessert, s'big enough to be an entire lunch.
[ Would you scream if he dropped the toast... If Wolfwood wouldn't, Vash would have screamed. If Wolfwood would, Vash would still scream. ]
Quit your complaining! It was fine. See?
[ They both have halves french toasts and can continue eating! Vash doesn't wait to dig back in after the exchange, eyes sparkling as he tries Wolfwood's. His lips basically curl like a child's, cheeks large and lips almost forming to the perfect letter C.
The smile flattens a little. Uhhh... ]
Actually... I think I could still eat lunch after this.
[ WHY WOULD HE SCREAM ABOUT DROPPED TOAST. Well yell maybe. Yell and scream have different vibes.
This does not surprise him whatsoever. Vash is such a big eater. Wolfwood could also be, they're both foodies. Unfortunately sympathy does not mean he relents. ]
[ Wolfwood can yell and Vash can scream. It's funny how they both really enjoy food, but they can both snap into survival mentality and eat stale bread that is likely approaching its expiration date soon.
He chews while his eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, pensive... ]
You wouldn't believe me if I said I store it in another stomach to use when I hibernate, right?
You ever had a medical exam? [ Well he surely has, they were literally in the hospital together at one point. Or multiple points. ] ...Are you built different?
[ In every single way, Vash has seemed no different from a human. And the dude has been in the hospital... under the impression that he is human... Wolfwood has never actually thought about this. ]
[ There's a laugh as he cuts himself another good chunk of french toast, but then he goes quiet with wide eyes.
This is also a little funny. They've been on the road together for quite a bit. He was in the hospital a number of times, too... And only now does Wolfwood ask? Also. Wolfwood? The guy that was part of the Eye of Michael or whatever that was? Livio and Wolfwood are just as alien as him! ]
You can't just ask someone if they're built different?
[ Vash is a bully sometimes, unfortunately. He'll stop griefing Wolfwood and think about this seriously while he slowly chews. It's a topic he didn't like thinking about before. Ran from it, really. These differences were what he saw made him monstrous... But he has reconciled with some of it.
Whether he knows how to elaborate on his thoughts or talk about it, it's a dice roll. He's uncertain if he wants to share, even though they've shared so much in their short time together. Somehow, in a little over a year was a lifetime. A joke would be easier. ]
To be honest with you, I don't know too much about myself. I'm different from other plants, so... What I do know about my sisters doesn't always apply to me.
[ An attempt to put it lightly since he isn't used to talking about this topic, or specifically deeper topics on himself with Wolfwood. Despite that, a part of him thinks if there were anyone left in the universe to understand him, maybe it would be Wolfwood. To be different... Maybe not exactly, but close enough.
Idly, he plays with his food and his eyes follow along his fork, part nervous yet also part contemplative. ]
[ He wouldn't be surprised if Luida didn't. She's one of the first to accept Vash as family and welcome him as one of the colony. He could see her omitting anything unimportant that would make Vash feel particularly different.
Wolfwood on the other hand is far too aware. Enough medical diagrams posted to his walls and scientists surrounding him, detailing every step of his transformation like he wasn't a kid with ears but rather a lab rat incapable of understanding language. Enough lectures from Chapel about how he was beyond man, the perfect being fit to serve their new-age God. He knows it all. ]
Fair enough, I guess. For what it's worth, besides your appetite, you're basically like any other person around.
It's a mystery to her, too. At least that's what she said.
[ Independent plants are different, though Vash doesn't know to what extent... Just enough to know that he and Knives are different from their sisters. He also wouldn't begrudge Luida for not telling him, in the case she did know things.
Vash's childhood of being different was being treated like he's any other child until one fateful day, then even then... It didn't drive a wedge between him and others until ships started falling from the sky. ]
Maybe I'm making up for the times where we had to make do with slices of bread?
[ Hehe! A wide smile as he also takes a piece of Wolfwood's French toast. He has the audacity to point of him, toast forward. ]
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Just pick two you want, or somethin'. Chocolate and maple?
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You ever had maple syrup?
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[ Maple syrup can exist if Tabasco does especially since in this all-American canon we love pancakes. However I am just assigning him not a pancake eater. ]
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[ Not all cities can have actual maple syrup. Vash is obviously not picky since he waves down a server to order their French! One probably chocolate and maple while the other will be cream and berries so they can have a variety.
...
For a second, the server looks at them, then at Vash, "you look familiar..."
Vash blinks like ten times in three seconds. ]
Yeah! I stop by every once in a while!
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He eyes the waffles, particularly the one loaded with cream and berries a bit, before he comments. ]
Oh, yeah. Sorry, dropped my fork earlier while we were waitin'. Mind getting me a new one? Oh yeah, and can you smoke in here?
[ Just to pull the waiter's attention elsewhere. ]
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No worries! My buddy here will be fine to not smoke for two toasts worth.
[ A bright smile where the server feels there's no doubt that they're both good guys, especially when the golden retriever facade is So Strong. They tell them if they need them, to wave them down! Enjoy your french toast.
... And Vash is ogling them... ]
They look so good! [ Though he steals a glance at Wolfwood—he drags the choco maple waffle closer to him. ] I'll start with this one.
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Yeah, yeah. Don't get too married to that one, this one looks sweet as hell.
[ Loaded with whipped cream as it is. Chomping on a bit of good ol' waffle bread though. Tastee... ]
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Smile on his face, though. Angelic! ]
I know, I know. We're sharing anyway since I want to try that one, too!
[ He cuts the french toast and has a bit bite off his fork, chewing sooooooo happily. ]
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He returns the knock but like 5% harder. It's always like this. Above-table, he also grins. Slightly less angelic. But also at least a little bit genuinely angelic because it's always nice to see Vash actually enjoying things. ]
Wanna swap half a plate?
[ Just dump half his waffle on Vash's and vice versa. ]
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But his aggressive smiling disperses once he swallows, lopsided and resigned at the sight of Wolfwood playing with a smile. Even if there's a good percentage of stinky and shitty in it, it's nice to see. ]
Yeah, let's.
[ He cuts half of this toast and picks it up by fork and knife with much finesse.
But it's scary to watch it balance. So floppy, threatening to drop onto their pristine table and make a mess. It is a hazard. ]
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He pushes his own plate forward just by a smidgen. ]
Can you just do this a normal way?
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[ IS THERE SPACE FOR THIS HALF OF THE TOAST? How are they to exchange if not circus it?
Well, Wolfwood gave him this responsibility, so he tries to maneuver the half toasts as seamlessly as possible. Somehow, he does it without dropping a lick of syrup, but it does look like a circus the way he handles the bready goods. ]
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Not forkin' the whole thing over like that?
[ Sticks his fork into another piece of waffle while at it. ]
So much for a dessert, s'big enough to be an entire lunch.
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Quit your complaining! It was fine. See?
[ They both have halves french toasts and can continue eating! Vash doesn't wait to dig back in after the exchange, eyes sparkling as he tries Wolfwood's. His lips basically curl like a child's, cheeks large and lips almost forming to the perfect letter C.
The smile flattens a little. Uhhh... ]
Actually... I think I could still eat lunch after this.
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This does not surprise him whatsoever. Vash is such a big eater. Wolfwood could also be, they're both foodies. Unfortunately sympathy does not mean he relents. ]
Where's it all going?
[ His black hole stomach??? ]
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He chews while his eyes roll up to look at the ceiling, pensive... ]
You wouldn't believe me if I said I store it in another stomach to use when I hibernate, right?
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[ But that aside. ]
You ever had a medical exam? [ Well he surely has, they were literally in the hospital together at one point. Or multiple points. ] ...Are you built different?
[ In every single way, Vash has seemed no different from a human. And the dude has been in the hospital... under the impression that he is human... Wolfwood has never actually thought about this. ]
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This is also a little funny. They've been on the road together for quite a bit. He was in the hospital a number of times, too... And only now does Wolfwood ask? Also. Wolfwood? The guy that was part of the Eye of Michael or whatever that was? Livio and Wolfwood are just as alien as him! ]
You can't just ask someone if they're built different?
[ Time to make fun of him. ]
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[ Don't Mean Girls him! ]
I'm curious now. I mean, shit. We're basically living together and all that.
[ They've basically been living together for a while. ]
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Whether he knows how to elaborate on his thoughts or talk about it, it's a dice roll. He's uncertain if he wants to share, even though they've shared so much in their short time together. Somehow, in a little over a year was a lifetime. A joke would be easier. ]
To be honest with you, I don't know too much about myself. I'm different from other plants, so... What I do know about my sisters doesn't always apply to me.
[ An attempt to put it lightly since he isn't used to talking about this topic, or specifically deeper topics on himself with Wolfwood. Despite that, a part of him thinks if there were anyone left in the universe to understand him, maybe it would be Wolfwood. To be different... Maybe not exactly, but close enough.
Idly, he plays with his food and his eyes follow along his fork, part nervous yet also part contemplative. ]
It's a little annoying.
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[ He wouldn't be surprised if Luida didn't. She's one of the first to accept Vash as family and welcome him as one of the colony. He could see her omitting anything unimportant that would make Vash feel particularly different.
Wolfwood on the other hand is far too aware. Enough medical diagrams posted to his walls and scientists surrounding him, detailing every step of his transformation like he wasn't a kid with ears but rather a lab rat incapable of understanding language. Enough lectures from Chapel about how he was beyond man, the perfect being fit to serve their new-age God. He knows it all. ]
Fair enough, I guess. For what it's worth, besides your appetite, you're basically like any other person around.
[ And the wings. ]
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[ Independent plants are different, though Vash doesn't know to what extent... Just enough to know that he and Knives are different from their sisters. He also wouldn't begrudge Luida for not telling him, in the case she did know things.
Vash's childhood of being different was being treated like he's any other child until one fateful day, then even then... It didn't drive a wedge between him and others until ships started falling from the sky. ]
Maybe I'm making up for the times where we had to make do with slices of bread?
[ Hehe! A wide smile as he also takes a piece of Wolfwood's French toast. He has the audacity to point of him, toast forward. ]
Food debt.
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[ Suppress the urge to bap the toast out of his hands, Wolfwood. Withstand. Rise above. ]
Quit that, just eat your damn candy bread. We gotta get goin' before the suns go down.
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