( it's been … an adjustment, to say the very least of it; it's one thing to be in such close proximity with his brother again, something like an unsettling ( and unbidden ) sense of longing wedging itself in the center of his chest at just being able to have something so seemingly normal with him again, but to include the one he'd had such high hopes for contributing to his cause —
yeah, to say it's been an adjustment is putting it taco bell mildly, and that isn't even pausing to take into consideration that he's still getting used to being effectively human.
vash has been pestering him to eat, to drink, to sleep like he's supposed to and it should come as no surprise to anyone involved that he's leaning hard in the opposite direction out of sheer spite. he's never needed to eat, or drink, or sleep and he's not about to start now, regardless of how adamant his body is about reminding him that he isn't the same independent he'd been before he'd taken a laser directly to the face.
when vash comes in, nai is wrapped up in the only article of clothing he has to his name ( not to mention the only article of clothing he's ever really worn, but that's neither here nor there ), looking slightly less than the hooded villain he'd made himself out to be previously but still just a liiiittle like senator palpatine with the way he's huddled up, all but curled in on himself in a vain attempt to fight off the pains in his abdomen that he refuses to acknowledge as hunger pains.
but. ruh roh. he knows that tone when he hears it — this isn't going to be easy. )
You're never going to stop your pestering, are you? ( he cares about your wellbeing, you crotchknuckle.
prepare for chomps u lil twerp
yeah, to say it's been an adjustment is putting it
taco bellmildly, and that isn't even pausing to take into consideration that he's still getting used to being effectively human.vash has been pestering him to eat, to drink, to sleep like he's supposed to and it should come as no surprise to anyone involved that he's leaning hard in the opposite direction out of sheer spite. he's never needed to eat, or drink, or sleep and he's not about to start now, regardless of how adamant his body is about reminding him that he isn't the same independent he'd been before he'd taken a laser directly to the face.
when vash comes in, nai is wrapped up in the only article of clothing he has to his name ( not to mention the only article of clothing he's ever really worn, but that's neither here nor there ), looking slightly less than the hooded villain he'd made himself out to be previously but still just a liiiittle like senator palpatine with the way he's huddled up, all but curled in on himself in a vain attempt to fight off the pains in his abdomen that he refuses to acknowledge as hunger pains.
but. ruh roh. he knows that tone when he hears it — this isn't going to be easy. )
You're never going to stop your pestering, are you? ( he cares about your wellbeing, you crotchknuckle.
show some respect for your baby brother! )