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[ Anyone else might have been bothered or weirded out by the strange way Nai manages to stand, but Vash pays it no mind, it's just normal Nai things. He's always been graceful (when he's not slamming through windows). ]

It's mostly junk food, actually. Sorry. [ He lifts a hand to brush through his hair, frowning as he reaches over to grab the bag with one hand. The other is quick to start rooting around, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. In hindsight, if he wanted his brother to eat, maybe he shouldn't have bought things with his own tastes in mind. ]

I should have looked for better options.

[ He does, however pull out a bottle of water. That much, at least, he was sure to get. He holds that out, the food items inside the bag a jumbled mess. ]

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( look, there is no graceful way to slam through a window, all right? especially when you're chasing after your brother that won't share the interdimensional nuke cube.

in vash's defense, how could he have bought things with nai's tastes in mind, when he's never had a need to figure out what his tastes are before now? of course it stands to reason that no one could ever have the kind of sweet tooth his twin does, and he's going to realize quickly enough that he prefers savory things instead, but. he doesn't know what he likes, or what he doesn't like, other than he's pretty sure that honey bun might have killed him. how can something that's supposed to be edible smell that sweet? it just doesn't seem plausible. or edible.

nai comes to pick through the bag a bit for himself,seeing nothing that seems even remotely appealing, even to his underdeveloped palate, but he does take the bottle of water without complaint. plants do need water, you know.

he pointedly takes a small sip while maintaining direct eye contact with his brother, re-caps the bottle and sets it back down on the table. ) Happy? ( and perhaps after a moment too long of lingering silence, he adds to the very end of that question: ) You were only concerned with getting me to eat … not exactly what I was going to eat. Right? ( he shakes his head. )

I'll go with you next time.

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[ Water isn't food, but it's a step up from nothing. So Vash does his best to school the hint of disappointment from his face. Nai maintains eye contact but Vash doesn't, his head turning to the side.

He should give his brother credit. Instead of being a little shit he offers Nai a softer expression, silent gratitude. In the same breath he makes his next suggestion: ]

We can go now. [ There's got to be something at one of the shops that you'll eat. He turns, stepping to look around the both of them for a moment. He grimaces at the mess they've made and immediately starts to straighten things up a little. Maybe it's nervous energy or something else that he's working off but he doesn't want to stare at his brother while he waits for his answer. ]

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( water isn't food, no, but it is something to all plant-life, isn't it? a-hyuck —

( no, we aren't sorry for that and no, we aren't taking it back. you're going to have to deal with it. )

he notes the way his brother doesn't maintain eye contact, eventually turning his own gaze downward toward the table's surface and its contents, at least until vash speaks up again. he takes that silent gratitude for what it is and stows it away for some time in the future when he thinks he might need that softness. for whatever reason.

he doesn't speak up again until they've managed to make the place look like it hadn't just staved off some kind of world war, the couch back in its rightful place and everything else assuming some sort of order.

then, he breathes out a sigh. ) Now? ( almost like a small child having been told it's time to do something it does not want to do, but he had said he would go with him … so. )

All right, now. But no more sweets. ( a beat of a pause, and then: ) … Please.