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[ and of course, the bird is all too happy to let vash pet it, leaning into his hand as he strokes along its neck.
this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?
( vash is just … kind to everything and everyone he meets, even if he's given a reason not to be, and nick … on the opposite end of the spectrum has more of a tendency to come off rough, gruff, but blondie here would say that's just part of his charm.
wouldn't be him without it, you know? so he'll save him the indignity of acknowledging the molestation by the bird — easy enough to keep his attention on the one actually behaving — but he does turn his head in a way that is clearly trying to keep a smile hidden, and if nick is listening very closely … he might hear a bit of a giggle.
a chuckle, really. harmless. ) Hear a word about what? I didn't see anything. ( mister the stampede you are going to get yourself slapped in about two seconds and it isn't going to be by an extremity belonging to your feathered friends here. )
Oh— yeah, whole bag of 'em! ( the hand not resting against the bird's flank holds up a bag that … frankly looks too heavy to be holding just enough for the day's endeavors, but can you blame him? y'all can have some, too! ) Pretty sure I've got some string in here somewhere … ( idly patting down his coat pockets? check. it really is in there somewhere, he just has to find it. )
[ a chuckle. yeah, laugh it up, vash. next time he does something equally stupid, wolfwood is gonna be in stitches about it. so much so he won't be able to lift a finger to help.
or, y'know, vash is just going to get himself slapped telenovela-style.
the bag of donuts is definitely bigger than necessary, unless they're trying to fatten the thoma up for dinner, but that's to be expected from vash. he's probably had a few donuts already. maybe this whole thing was a thinly-veiled scheme for donuts. if so, wolfwood is going to take advantage of it and cop some. ]
If ya ain't got string, we're usin' your shoelaces. [ he snorts, has a stupid grin on his face which-- immediately dissipates when vash mentions the sticks. wolfwood blinks, and again, and then buries his face into his hand with a growl. ]
Really, Spikey? Y'couldn't've mentioned that before we walked our asses all the way out there? Y'know, when you said to bring the birds??
[ he sighs, long and aggrieved, like it's really the end of the world if their goonery is delayed. wolfwood casts a look around, searching-- pauses at the sight of a plant station about half an ile out. ]
( okay so he does equally stupid things like. every day? so you probably won't have to wait too long to get your revenge. heck, give it a couple of hours, and you might be laughing yourself stupid.
( also wow, don't slap the sunflower? even if it's telenovela-style? gasp, or even worse — please do not bring out la chancla!! )
so sue him for bringing more of these delicious, deep-fried delicacies, but in his opinion, one can never have too many doughnuts?? and what if they get hungry while they're on their racing adventure, or the birds decide they take a liking to them and want more themselves, or … worse comes to worst, what if they somehow end up stranded and this is the only food they have?
he's just covering all of your bases, nico. you might be thanking him later instead of internally chastising him for his proclivity for this particular pastry.
( are you tired of the alliteration yet? )
finally, though, he pulls a decently long length of string from one of his inner pockets and holds it up triumphantly, an equally goofy grin spreading across the line of his mouth like oil over water. ) Told you I had some! You leave my laces alone. ( honestly, as long as you don't string him up by them, he'll be okay. but. never hurts to be more safe than sorry.
at all of nick's long-suffering grievance, vash just. looks at him as though he's never been more fond of a human being in his entire life — you know that look — and follows his gaze toward the plant station, which isn't all that far off. the bird beside him finally notices the bag of doughnuts and decides to inspect it, and he gives a little squawk, a hey, get outta there! and a nudge to a feathered flank that doesn't actually do much good to deter the menace from stealing a doughnut. )
There's gotta be something we can use. And look … I can't remember everything. You just had to get the birds, I got everything else!
( don't pout, sunflower. it might be a cute look on you but it's surely not gonna win you any points out here. )
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Date: 2023-05-12 06:41 pm (UTC)this motherfucker. he doesn't have to rub it in. ]
No. They're perfect angels.
[ as if aware of the concept of comedic timing, the one vash isn't petting moves in to jab its beak at wolfwood, yank his suit jacket until he's stumbling over the sand. they may be feathered, but these are no angels-- they're hellbeasts sent to victimize him personally.
surely this bodes well for their plans for the day.
wolfwood wrests his jacket free and snaps his head to look at vash, like he's checking to see if he saw. as if there's anything else to look at out here. ]
I don't wanna hear a single word about it. Did you bring the donuts?
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Date: 2023-05-17 06:04 pm (UTC)wouldn't be him without it, you know? so he'll save him the indignity of acknowledging the molestation by the bird — easy enough to keep his attention on the one actually behaving — but he does turn his head in a way that is clearly trying to keep a smile hidden, and if nick is listening very closely … he might hear a bit of a giggle.
a chuckle, really. harmless. ) Hear a word about what? I didn't see anything. ( mister the stampede you are going to get yourself slapped in about two seconds and it isn't going to be by an extremity belonging to your feathered friends here. )
Oh— yeah, whole bag of 'em! ( the hand not resting against the bird's flank holds up a bag that … frankly looks too heavy to be holding just enough for the day's endeavors, but can you blame him? y'all can have some, too! ) Pretty sure I've got some string in here somewhere … ( idly patting down his coat pockets? check. it really is in there somewhere, he just has to find it. )
Now all we need are sticks …
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Date: 2023-05-25 05:07 am (UTC)or, y'know, vash is just going to get himself slapped telenovela-style.
the bag of donuts is definitely bigger than necessary, unless they're trying to fatten the thoma up for dinner, but that's to be expected from vash. he's probably had a few donuts already. maybe this whole thing was a thinly-veiled scheme for donuts. if so, wolfwood is going to take advantage of it and cop some. ]
If ya ain't got string, we're usin' your shoelaces. [ he snorts, has a stupid grin on his face which-- immediately dissipates when vash mentions the sticks. wolfwood blinks, and again, and then buries his face into his hand with a growl. ]
Really, Spikey? Y'couldn't've mentioned that before we walked our asses all the way out there? Y'know, when you said to bring the birds??
[ he sighs, long and aggrieved, like it's really the end of the world if their goonery is delayed. wolfwood casts a look around, searching-- pauses at the sight of a plant station about half an ile out. ]
Maybe there'll be something we can use there...
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Date: 2023-05-29 08:51 pm (UTC)( also wow, don't slap the sunflower? even if it's telenovela-style? gasp, or even worse — please do not bring out la chancla!! )
so sue him for bringing more of these delicious, deep-fried delicacies, but in his opinion, one can never have too many doughnuts?? and what if they get hungry while they're on their racing adventure, or the birds decide they take a liking to them and want more themselves, or … worse comes to worst, what if they somehow end up stranded and this is the only food they have?
he's just covering all of your bases, nico. you might be thanking him later instead of internally chastising him for his proclivity for this particular pastry.
( are you tired of the alliteration yet? )
finally, though, he pulls a decently long length of string from one of his inner pockets and holds it up triumphantly, an equally goofy grin spreading across the line of his mouth like oil over water. ) Told you I had some! You leave my laces alone. ( honestly, as long as you don't string him up by them, he'll be okay. but. never hurts to be more safe than sorry.
at all of nick's long-suffering grievance, vash just. looks at him as though he's never been more fond of a human being in his entire life — you know that look — and follows his gaze toward the plant station, which isn't all that far off. the bird beside him finally notices the bag of doughnuts and decides to inspect it, and he gives a little squawk, a hey, get outta there! and a nudge to a feathered flank that doesn't actually do much good to deter the menace from stealing a doughnut. )
There's gotta be something we can use. And look … I can't remember everything. You just had to get the birds, I got everything else!
( don't pout, sunflower. it might be a cute look on you but it's surely not gonna win you any points out here. )