[ Well, the hippo keeps honking sadly, wheezing here with its little ears flapping wildly. Vash can only rub its shiny flesh apologetically and sympathetically, giving it a couple of extra reassuring pats. ]
I don't got a clue what you're saying, but I can tell you're sad. If you want, you can hang with us until you figure things out?
[ The hippo stares at him sadly, then also at Wolfwood in the distance. ]
Don't worry about him. He might seem rough around the edges, but he's a good guy.
[ Said audibly, within earshot, Vash has no shame in complimenting him. ]
He blatantly ignores Vash as he picks up sweet Angelina, rights her and dusts off the main seat. He looks at the sidecar and the yellow-white sand that's piled up inside of it. That's not his problem anymore because he's driving and that is Vash's exile throne. He fishes his sunglasses out of his pocket and sticks them back on his face.
He turns around here with both hands on the handles, teeth visible with his big fat grimace. The message is clear.
[ The hippo... It is shiny... It is moisturized, unlike both of them. Vash can feel the gaze on his back, so gathers his bearings to stand up with this round flesh ball like a baby.
It stays round and shiny in Vash's arms, reminiscent of the balls they tried to scam all of the Underground to pay for if they wanted enrichment. Except you know. It's alive, ears flicking forward as it looks at Wolfwood with Vash. It instantly turns away and hides its face against Vash. ]
Can you at least fix your face a little?
[ You are scaring baby....... But he does come over. ]
[ Vash saying this like Wolfwood is sooooo loud for no reason. He gets seated in the little car seat, pygmy hippo in tow. It honks happily as it peeks and looks around, but when it meets Wolfwood's eyes?
It looks away, shy. ]
I'm sure if the mom's here, the little guy would give us a sign... Or the mom would throttle us by now.
[ He just brushes Wolfwood off because he knows he can handle himself... Even if he might break a bone because hippos are scary. Wolfwood, of course, would come save his ass. He knows.
... And it's kind of nice to rely on him like that. ]
Feel free to, uh, say something if we're going the wrong way. [ The hippo looks at Vash, then at Wolfwood. To Wolfwood, he asks while petting... Hippo... ] Do you think it eats meat?
[ Didn't you hear him the first time, he's leaving your ass out in the dunes with the hippo. ]
Who are you talking to?! Of course we're goin' the right way! [ RIGHT? VASH HADN'T BEEN DRIVING THEM THE WRONG WAY THE LAST FEW HOURS SURELY? He reaches into the side compartment and tosses a map and compass over to Vash in the sidecar, pls check. ] And how should I know, I ain't a vet.
[ Don't you love him... The hippo is unfortunately attached to him now, or is it that Vash is attached to the hippo. ]
I was talking to the little guy earlier!
[ Of course he was driving the right way! But maybe the hippo came from a different way? Before Vash can answer he squawks as the map hits his face and the compass hits his chest. Fortunately, he catches it immediately after. The hippo also squawks to mimic him, just a baby.
In a scramble, he splays out the map in front of him to see... It's fucking dessert, but he has traveled all this sand before. ]
We should beee [ Eyeballs the distance legend and makes an educated guess. ] twenty-seven miles away from the next town.
I'm making estimates! It's not like I know exactly how far, so give or take a mile! That's just a minute or two more or less, if you obey the speed limit.
I asked if we were goin' the right direction, that's what I handed you the compass for! You've had that creature for ten minutes and you're already sharin' your brain cell with it!
[ Isn't it funny that at this period people have forgotten about Moodeng, but labubus are still trendy. Maybe Lisa should have hyped Moodeng. The tiny creature looks up at Wolfwood with big eyes and long lashes, then honks. ]
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I don't got a clue what you're saying, but I can tell you're sad. If you want, you can hang with us until you figure things out?
[ The hippo stares at him sadly, then also at Wolfwood in the distance. ]
Don't worry about him. He might seem rough around the edges, but he's a good guy.
[ Said audibly, within earshot, Vash has no shame in complimenting him. ]
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He blatantly ignores Vash as he picks up sweet Angelina, rights her and dusts off the main seat. He looks at the sidecar and the yellow-white sand that's piled up inside of it. That's not his problem anymore because he's driving and that is Vash's exile throne. He fishes his sunglasses out of his pocket and sticks them back on his face.
He turns around here with both hands on the handles, teeth visible with his big fat grimace. The message is clear.
G E T O V E R H E R E ]
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It stays round and shiny in Vash's arms, reminiscent of the balls they tried to scam all of the Underground to pay for if they wanted enrichment. Except you know. It's alive, ears flicking forward as it looks at Wolfwood with Vash. It instantly turns away and hides its face against Vash. ]
Can you at least fix your face a little?
[ You are scaring baby....... But he does come over. ]
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YOU FIX YOUR FACE!
[ WHAT THE FUCK! ]
Don't take it with us! What the hell do you think you're gonna do with it, huh? What if you're takin' it farther away from its momma or whatever!
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What're you getting so defensive for?
[ Vash saying this like Wolfwood is sooooo loud for no reason. He gets seated in the little car seat, pygmy hippo in tow. It honks happily as it peeks and looks around, but when it meets Wolfwood's eyes?
It looks away, shy. ]
I'm sure if the mom's here, the little guy would give us a sign... Or the mom would throttle us by now.
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If you get fuckin' tackled by a giant hippo later, I am not comin' to save your ass.
[ Revving back up. Continue on the road it is. HE is driving now. ]
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[ He just brushes Wolfwood off because he knows he can handle himself... Even if he might break a bone because hippos are scary. Wolfwood, of course, would come save his ass. He knows.
... And it's kind of nice to rely on him like that. ]
Feel free to, uh, say something if we're going the wrong way. [ The hippo looks at Vash, then at Wolfwood. To Wolfwood, he asks while petting... Hippo... ] Do you think it eats meat?
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Who are you talking to?! Of course we're goin' the right way! [ RIGHT? VASH HADN'T BEEN DRIVING THEM THE WRONG WAY THE LAST FEW HOURS SURELY? He reaches into the side compartment and tosses a map and compass over to Vash in the sidecar, pls check. ] And how should I know, I ain't a vet.
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I was talking to the little guy earlier!
[ Of course he was driving the right way! But maybe the hippo came from a different way? Before Vash can answer he squawks as the map hits his face and the compass hits his chest. Fortunately, he catches it immediately after. The hippo also squawks to mimic him, just a baby.
In a scramble, he splays out the map in front of him to see... It's fucking dessert, but he has traveled all this sand before. ]
We should beee [ Eyeballs the distance legend and makes an educated guess. ] twenty-seven miles away from the next town.
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... Give or take a mile...?
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What does that mean?!
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[ No one obeys the speed limit. ]
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[ i do not have access to my angry icons, but pretend it's there. Vash double checks the compass. ]
And we are!
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Thanks, Nicholas.
[ For letting them bring this hippo with them. ]