[ It's so... So tempting to pat the toast against Wolfwood's lips and get him dirty with sticky syrup because fuck you. Maybe Wolfwood can see it in his eyes, but he resists.
[ Vash stays quiet and listens (allegedly), but when he finds Wolfwood's mouth is open wide enough when he talks he's going to gently slot the piece of toast in.
There you go. ]
I'm going! Definitely don't want to go camping tonight... I don't think we brought any gear.
[ He works on his own toast and it doesn't take him too long to finish the rest. It might even take him three huge and monstrous bites. This will probably come back and bite his ass late, but he's done!
And he's going to be proactive and raise a hand to catch the check. ]
And then he's still fucking getting through this toast he got shoved in his mouth while Vash becomes a real living cartoon and inhales the rest of his. Damn. ]
[ SHUT THE FUCK UP HE DID... Vash will take out his worn out wallet that should probably be replaced soon when their tab is placed on the table for them. At least the double dollars he takes out aren't torn or with holes as you'd expect from a wallet so tattered.
Wolfwood's outburst has him snort, finding it very humorous how the tables turned. ]
This is why I was feeding you! But you can take your time.
[ Frankly surprised he hasn't exploded the shit out of his wallet yet. Nothing but bullet-ridden bills. ]
You were givin' me more to eat, it's the opposite!
[ More food? No problem. He does shove the rest in his mouth though because he's not a dainty eater, he will inhale just like Vash can. He does not offer to pay like a wannabe gentleman. They basically have the same wallet. ]
C'mon. You don't got anything else to grab in town, right?
[ It is a pathetic piece of leather... He really needs to get it replaced because it is at the point where maybe a couple of times opening, the seams will give way. They don't for today and Vash can safely pay for their French toast.
Resting his elbows on the table, arms crossed, he watches Wolfwood and grins widely as he inhales the food. It's just very funny? ]
Nope, I'm good and full. [ He picks himself up then pats Wolfwood's shoulder as he passes. Turning into the little cafe, he feels he should give them a compliment. ] The French toast was delicious!
[ It's true, after all. Anyway, they can head back to Angelina. ]
[ ... Looking at the bike and a small airship nowhere to be found, Vash will make the educated decision because their only mode of going up would be the decrepit aerial lift. Vash would have told Wolfwood to wait on the ground while he fetches them a skipper to pick up the bike.
But they can be in the colony now, Angeline back into the engineering garage. ]
I guess it'd be a whole lot of nothing if he just stood around and waited for us... [ Vash will hold the box of frills and lace. ] I'll pass it to him.
[ ? WHAT IS THIS TERM. He does think bandits wouldn't give a shit about Vash's smores but leaves that aside for now, he can't make fun of Vash for two things at once. ]
[ Camping has never been glamorous for actual travelers on No Man's Land treacherous deserts, but for rich people and those who live safely tucked away in a self-sustaining haven it can be a little glamorous.
In this case, glamorous is just. Safe. And Comfortable. ]
[ HE EXPECTED THIS FROM HIM, HONESTLY. But what he also knows is that it sounding dumb doesn't mean Wolfwood is going to back out after saying he's in. ]
Take it up to the people who made up the term! [ Now that he thinks about it, ] Glamorous camping isn't what I first think when I hear "glamping."
[ He would boomer his way through, but with the spirit of trying to learn. ]
Okay, but there being no sand is such a huge plus. [ Vash is used to sand getting in everything, but sometimes he remembers how pleasant it is to NOT get sand everywhere. ] It won't be freezing here, either.
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He behaves. ]
It's your toast?
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[ Just don't airplane it to him! ]
We gotta get back before it gets too late. Unless you wanna camp out in the sands and rock again.
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There you go. ]
I'm going! Definitely don't want to go camping tonight... I don't think we brought any gear.
[ He works on his own toast and it doesn't take him too long to finish the rest. It might even take him three huge and monstrous bites. This will probably come back and bite his ass late, but he's done!
And he's going to be proactive and raise a hand to catch the check. ]
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And then he's still fucking getting through this toast he got shoved in his mouth while Vash becomes a real living cartoon and inhales the rest of his. Damn. ]
Well shit. Now I ain't done!
[ Sir did you even bring your wallet. ]
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Wolfwood's outburst has him snort, finding it very humorous how the tables turned. ]
This is why I was feeding you! But you can take your time.
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You were givin' me more to eat, it's the opposite!
[ More food? No problem. He does shove the rest in his mouth though because he's not a dainty eater, he will inhale just like Vash can. He does not offer to pay like a wannabe gentleman. They basically have the same wallet. ]
C'mon. You don't got anything else to grab in town, right?
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Resting his elbows on the table, arms crossed, he watches Wolfwood and grins widely as he inhales the food. It's just very funny? ]
Nope, I'm good and full. [ He picks himself up then pats Wolfwood's shoulder as he passes. Turning into the little cafe, he feels he should give them a compliment. ] The French toast was delicious!
[ It's true, after all. Anyway, they can head back to Angelina. ]
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They can make their drive back to the Colony. Chore: Done. ]
Where's Joe?
[ Tell him his order's in. ]
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But they can be in the colony now, Angeline back into the engineering garage. ]
I guess it'd be a whole lot of nothing if he just stood around and waited for us... [ Vash will hold the box of frills and lace. ] I'll pass it to him.
Are you down for camping tonight?
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[ Not complaining, just ribbing. ]
Yeah I can camp, but what's the idea?
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[ He picked up this lingo from somewhere and someone. He points at the sky as they make it back to the ship easy. ]
Get to see the stars, roast some marshmallows over a flame, don't need to worry about bandits or worms stealing our s'mores.
[ Those two entities would not care about your s'mores. ]
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What the hell is glamping...?
[ ? WHAT IS THIS TERM. He does think bandits wouldn't give a shit about Vash's smores but leaves that aside for now, he can't make fun of Vash for two things at once. ]
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[ Camping has never been glamorous for actual travelers on No Man's Land treacherous deserts, but for rich people and those who live safely tucked away in a self-sustaining haven it can be a little glamorous.
In this case, glamorous is just. Safe. And Comfortable. ]
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[ Never miss a shot. Even if he thinks the concept is fine he really has to dunk on the naming of Glamourous Camping. ]
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Take it up to the people who made up the term! [ Now that he thinks about it, ] Glamorous camping isn't what I first think when I hear "glamping."
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Guess you're just gonna have to show me what's so glamourous about it.
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[ Dunno. He isn't going to make sense with what made up words sound like they're conveying. ]
Honestly, no sand sounds pretty glamorous to me.
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That can't be the only thing.
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Okay, but there being no sand is such a huge plus. [ Vash is used to sand getting in everything, but sometimes he remembers how pleasant it is to NOT get sand everywhere. ] It won't be freezing here, either.