( she may not know precisely what she's getting herself into with him, but he's going to be stubborn about every darn thing he can be stubborn about. one more easy way to realize that he and vash are related. maybe their level of tenacity is a plant thing? we may never know, but it's kind of funny to think about nonetheless.
besides … didn't we both put in an order for a tipsy independent? coming right up.
he's still going to wrinkle his nose at what's laid out in front of them, perhaps eventually he won't be so fussy about food, but that's still a long time coming. unless this place sees fit to start serving decent-looking healthier options. not everyone is like vash and can subsist off of half of a donut. or honeybun.
he peers down at her with barely-narrowed eyes, dipping to take another sip from his glass as he hmmms in the back of his throat. he's sensing something … ) You're making fun of me. ( there's no heat, no harshness to it at all, but a warm sort of fondness that is beginning to creep its way through him and absolutely has nothing to do with how many sips of wine he's taken! so don't even think it!
but. ) But … all right, I'll go secure a place. ( knife who says that. who says that that isn't in some sort of military branch or another. why are you like this. ) Don't, ah. ( oh no. ) Don't be gone long? (oh no.
look. it's not cute. it's not cute at all and you had better never say as much, because he will deny it until the very end of his days, and that's going to be a very, very long time from now! so just. don't mind him shuffling off to find a nice bench or some such that is relatively barren of other people to get in the way of any private conversation that might happen … or the inevitable babysitting of a drunk plant. )
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besides … didn't we both put in an order for a tipsy independent? coming right up.
he's still going to wrinkle his nose at what's laid out in front of them, perhaps eventually he won't be so fussy about food, but that's still a long time coming. unless this place sees fit to start serving decent-looking healthier options. not everyone is like vash and can subsist off of half of a donut. or honeybun.
he peers down at her with barely-narrowed eyes, dipping to take another sip from his glass as he hmmms in the back of his throat. he's sensing something … ) You're making fun of me. ( there's no heat, no harshness to it at all, but a warm sort of fondness that is beginning to creep its way through him and absolutely has nothing to do with how many sips of wine he's taken! so don't even think it!
but. ) But … all right, I'll go secure a place. ( knife who says that. who says that that isn't in some sort of military branch or another. why are you like this. ) Don't, ah. ( oh no. ) Don't be gone long? ( oh no.
look. it's not cute. it's not cute at all and you had better never say as much, because he will deny it until the very end of his days, and that's going to be a very, very long time from now! so just. don't mind him shuffling off to find a nice bench or some such that is relatively barren of other people to get in the way of any private conversation that might happen … or the inevitable babysitting of a drunk plant. )