(no. of course he hadn't been expecting anything else out of him, but he had to ask anyway.
vash has always been … adaptive, to be sure, rolling with things as they come at him where nai himself has always been a little too set in his ways, steadfast in his own beliefs and already older than his years when he'd only had one to have tucked under his belt. he hadn't thought this whole situation would be difficult to acclimate to — he still doesn't — even if he's beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase hunger pains.
stupid human body. he doesn't think he's ever been so disgusted by anything before.
( and your brother doesn't know what his tastes are either, vash. you'll be going on this adventure hand in hand. so to speak. )
he eyes him warily as he clamors onto the couch ( uncoordinated gazelle indeed, but it's … undeniably endearing, in a way ) gaze shifting between the other's own bright blue eyes and what he holds out in front of him, the latter of which smells almost too sweet, but that doesn't stop his stomach from giving a lurch at the notion that an answer to the hunger pains problem is mere inches away from his face.
he sniffs, and it's meant to be in derision but the scent of the pastry only proves to make his mouth water. and he hates it.
stupid, traitorous human body.) No. ( a pause. ) … Thank you. ( at least he's being polite ( ??? ) about it? )
shhh i'm always here
vash has always been … adaptive, to be sure, rolling with things as they come at him where nai himself has always been a little too set in his ways, steadfast in his own beliefs and already older than his years when he'd only had one to have tucked under his belt. he hadn't thought this whole situation would be difficult to acclimate to — he still doesn't — even if he's beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase hunger pains.
stupid human body. he doesn't think he's ever been so disgusted by anything before.
( and your brother doesn't know what his tastes are either, vash. you'll be going on this adventure hand in hand. so to speak. )
he eyes him warily as he clamors onto the couch ( uncoordinated gazelle indeed, but it's … undeniably endearing, in a way ) gaze shifting between the other's own bright blue eyes and what he holds out in front of him, the latter of which smells almost too sweet, but that doesn't stop his stomach from giving a lurch at the notion that an answer to the hunger pains problem is mere inches away from his face.
he sniffs, and it's meant to be in derision but the scent of the pastry only proves to make his mouth water. and he hates it.
stupid, traitorous human body. ) No. ( a pause. ) … Thank you. ( at least he's being polite ( ??? ) about it? )