( he can't say he's ever done this before — brought someone back to a rented room, or any room, really — but it had been last call at the saloon and his new friend ( tall, dark, broad, handsome ) had idly wondered out loud if there was anywhere else they could keep drinking, because the night was still young ( despite what everyone else thought, apparently ) and he was barely even feeling it.
there's something about him that he can't put his finger on, something that sits just to the left of everything he'd known up until then, something anomalous that he thinks he's bound to figure out sooner or later, because he always does, no matter how long it takes.
( of course he doesn't know that his brother has set him after him, on a trail that never seems as invisible as vash would prefer it, but he moves around so much and so frequently that in a small town like this, no one is likely to remember him, because he has ever intention of picking up first thing in the morning and heading toward the next best thing.
or the next … mediocre thing. the next thing that needs his attention. it never matters if it's all that interesting or not. )
the door closes behind toji with a soft click, no doubt nudged shut by the other's foot because he'd noticed it had a tendency to stay open on its own, and it stuck when you tried to open it; vash meanders over toward his rucksack, digs around for a minute or two before he pulls out an unopened bottle of something he'd picked up the last time he'd stopped. a gift, really, for helping with their busted plant. he'd try to say it wasn't necessary, that he'd only done what he could and he hadn't been all that sure it would work, anyway! but.
rosa drives a hard bargain, it seems. and he'd been made to promise to come back to jeneora rock at his next earliest convenience. drinks on the house.
he turns with a smile, lopsided and easy, waving the bottle in his hand a bit, its contents sloshing around inside. ) I haven't tried it myself yet, but if the source proves anything, it's gonna be strong. Uh— ( he looks around, even though he doesn't think his search is going to yield him anything. )
No glasses, though. Hope you don't mind drinking from the bottle.
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Date: 2023-11-02 12:19 am (UTC)there's something about him that he can't put his finger on, something that sits just to the left of everything he'd known up until then, something anomalous that he thinks he's bound to figure out sooner or later, because he always does, no matter how long it takes.
( of course he doesn't know that his brother has set him after him, on a trail that never seems as invisible as vash would prefer it, but he moves around so much and so frequently that in a small town like this, no one is likely to remember him, because he has ever intention of picking up first thing in the morning and heading toward the next best thing.
or the next … mediocre thing. the next thing that needs his attention. it never matters if it's all that interesting or not. )
the door closes behind toji with a soft click, no doubt nudged shut by the other's foot because he'd noticed it had a tendency to stay open on its own, and it stuck when you tried to open it; vash meanders over toward his rucksack, digs around for a minute or two before he pulls out an unopened bottle of something he'd picked up the last time he'd stopped. a gift, really, for helping with their busted plant. he'd try to say it wasn't necessary, that he'd only done what he could and he hadn't been all that sure it would work, anyway! but.
rosa drives a hard bargain, it seems. and he'd been made to promise to come back to jeneora rock at his next earliest convenience. drinks on the house.
he turns with a smile, lopsided and easy, waving the bottle in his hand a bit, its contents sloshing around inside. ) I haven't tried it myself yet, but if the source proves anything, it's gonna be strong. Uh— ( he looks around, even though he doesn't think his search is going to yield him anything. )
No glasses, though. Hope you don't mind drinking from the bottle.