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Vash "Cash Money" the Stampede ([personal profile] bountyfull) wrote in [personal profile] scads 2023-08-27 01:10 am (UTC)

9,999 years later

No.

[ No, he's not. Not so long as they're stuck here, together, with the need to eat, drink and sleep. Vash has adjusted easily enough, he's always tended to do those things just because he wanted to. He knew this was going to be rough for Nai, one way or another.

He watches his brother in all his hooded, hermity glory, his lips set in a almost neutral frown. He looks down at the bag and lifts it up to fish through it, trying to find something that might suit his brother's tastes.

Not that he has the first clue what that might be.

So what he fishes out is something that looks suspiciously like some kind of honey bun. He opens up the package, the plastic crinkling a little as he does so. He plops down the bag and moves to climb onto the couch, crawling into Nai's personal space like some sort of uncoordinated gazelle. He holds out the package as he leans in, one hand on the back of the couch while the other holds the treat out.

Like he's trying to feed a feral dog.
]

So. Eat. [ he pauses, waggling the honeybun. ]please

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