( vash hadn't exactly had the best time of it himself, but at least he'd managed to keep from nearly drowning; maybe it's a plant thing, because heaven knows he's never been in a body of water large enough to do anything but splash around in ( read: a bathtub, yes, i'm funny ), and has no reason at all to know how to swim.
he's checked in on wolfwood every once in a while, generally incapable of not being a pest at least a couple of times a day to ask if he needed anything, but overall letting the man get his rest, so when he pops a seemingly out-of-the-blue question he'll be rested and ready to hear him out. as much as he's willing to divulge. which isn't a whole lot.
( it's nothing, really, but admitting it feels like cheating somehow. )
when he grins, it's sheepish. ) Chocolates, yeah. Doesn't sound too hard to make, right? And the ingredients can't be too hard to get our hands on …
[ if he wasn't popping in a couple times a day to check on him, wolfwood would be more inclined to think there was something wrong with vash instead. which is to say, he expected the needling and the hovering, and his half-hearted complaints were... half-hearted at best. nothing that vash isn't already used to, at least.
chocolates, though. ]
Never made 'em before. [ they've all had candy before, but it's not like they've had a reason to actually make it. but maybe that's why vash wants it. notably, this is not a 'no'. ] You know what you gotta get?
( look, he really doesn't want to make a nuisance of himself and he knows wolfwood needs his rest — but if he doesn't check in on him, he's just going to get anxious about it and that's not going to be good for anyone. so.
pop in he does, and apparently make silly suggestions about something they should make together when the other is well enough to do it. don't even worry about why he wants to make chocolates in the first place! do not!
at the question, he reaches to dig a piece of paper from his pocket, something he'd scribbled on before he'd stopped by this time, grinning all the while. )
Mhm! I might have a bunch of it at the bakery, actually. ( he pauses for dramatic effect, winking for the sake of it. ) Nobody's gonna notice a little bit of bar chocolate missing, right?
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he's checked in on wolfwood every once in a while, generally incapable of not being a pest at least a couple of times a day to ask if he needed anything, but overall letting the man get his rest, so when he pops a seemingly out-of-the-blue question he'll be rested and ready to hear him out. as much as he's willing to divulge. which isn't a whole lot.
( it's nothing, really, but admitting it feels like cheating somehow. )
when he grins, it's sheepish. ) Chocolates, yeah. Doesn't sound too hard to make, right? And the ingredients can't be too hard to get our hands on …
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chocolates, though. ]
Never made 'em before. [ they've all had candy before, but it's not like they've had a reason to actually make it. but maybe that's why vash wants it. notably, this is not a 'no'. ] You know what you gotta get?
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pop in he does, and apparently make silly suggestions about something they should make together when the other is well enough to do it.
don't even worry about why he wants to make chocolates in the first place! do not!at the question, he reaches to dig a piece of paper from his pocket, something he'd scribbled on before he'd stopped by this time, grinning all the while. )
Mhm! I might have a bunch of it at the bakery, actually. ( he pauses for dramatic effect, winking for the sake of it. ) Nobody's gonna notice a little bit of bar chocolate missing, right?