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[ call him a crybaby and he'll CRY EVEN LOUDER no he wont but maybe who knows dont tempt fate or something. ]

Ffffine, take my blanket, it's not like I need it!!! It's warm enough I could. Probably go without it for a few hours. [ he doesn't say 'you'll probably keep me warm,' even if the words are RIGHT THERE he's going to push them off.

But for now he's settling up next to the fence, holding up that wooden board once Wolfwood had put it down. he's gonna nod towards the little toolbox. ]

Sure, it's that simple. It's just a fence. Fortunately, when I got here, someone was already building it and didn't finish, but the wood was all laid out, so...

Grab a hammer out of that, and some nails. There's a small box of decently-sized ones.

Use the hammer to hit the flat side of the nail, the pointy end into the wood.
Drive it right through and the boards will stick together.

We'll do it on both sides, with both pieces and have it fixed in no time.

[ and then Wolfwood will punch him because a grown ficus sobbing his dumb little eyes out is nowhere near as compelling as a six year old doing it. ]

Tch, you really are pathetic. You've gotta fight for the stuff you believe in, Spikes, like good blankets and premium bedtime, and yet here you are, compromising and shit.

[like he does with everything. dingdong.

he rummages through the toolbox to produce the items requested, nails at his feet and hammer in his hand. he flips it around a few times to get a sense of the weight, and it's such a little thing; Wolfwood doesn't usually do smalltime work like this, so it's sort of. novel? in a sense.

he takes a nail and fits it over the join of his middle and ring fingers, holding it where Vash had indicated, and then he lines up the hammer, kissing his teeth and giving a little shrug. ]

You say it's easy but that's rarely how things go with you around. Don't blame me if it's ugly; I'm not much for building things up.

[ gunning them down, sure, but making something? not his specialty, not what they broke him apart to make him do with deadly efficiency.

all the same, it's just a hammer, just a nail. it doesn't take long to drive it into the post that's still standing, and add a second nail a little ways down to keep the board sturdy. ]

I'd rather compromise and make everyone happy than be selfish. It's not like having my blanket stolen will ruin my sleep so badly that I'll be upset.

[ he gives a small chuckle, shifting where he's standing to line up that wooden board so nico has a good shot at it..]

Even if it is a little ugly when we are done, I don't mind, either. It'll have a certain charm to it.

[ he smiles down at the other with a goofy expression. shifting the board to line it up on the post on the opposite side now that its been secured on one half. He gestures with his stump arm for Nico to do the same thing on the other side now. ]

Something we can say we built together, right?

I find that hard to believe. You fall apart at the slightest poking sometimes, so I can totally see you wailin' and gnashin' over losing your blankets.

[ he smirks as he does his work, nailing in the board, it wasn't that hard there's not that much to be proud of--and yet. And yet. Vash says this... completely schmaltzy shit, the kind of things he'd expect to hear out of.

out of the orphanage matrons, or literally anybody but a man named after natural destruction incarnate, and yet here he is, breathing it out as easy as he looses his pacifistic idealism, and it makes Wolfwood feel funny. he's not sure he likes it. ]

I ain't claiming it if it's ugly, though. It's all you if it sucks.

[ he deflects so he doesn't have to think too hard on the weird feeling in the back of his neck, scooting with Vash over to the other side of the fence area to repeat his nail-wizardry--and hell, even doing it again, both sides to a second board above the first board.

it's kind of nice. meditative, almost. ]

I do not fall apart!! I just complain about how I'm being abused, I'm well within my rights to complain when something makes my heart sore, you know??

[ unlike the vash you know, he's so very prone to whining or complaining at the drop of a hat. is that better or worse than the quiet, kicked-puppy looking babygirl you're used to? you decide.

Anyway, there is most definitely something very calming about just. Setting up and building a fence.

Even stepping back to admire it with Wolfwood once they're done, one hand on his hip as he tips his head to the side, to get a good look at it. ]

And see, just like that. All fixed, and looking great, actually?

Good as new. Like it didn't get shot apart. We can use the broken wood as kindling!
You did a great job?

[ on one hand it's kind of nice that this Vash fires back, given that the other Vash just... tolerated so much and it unlocked some form of cuteness aggression in Wolfwood because he was angry in general about his whole fucking situation, but now mouthy Vash unlocks his general prey drive because hey.

it's fun to see him fall apart. ]

You absolutely go into weird hysterics. You'd complain about the sun being in your eyes if there was nothing else going on to ruin your day.

[ if Vash the Stampede would ever be so lucky to as to have a day where the worst that would happen to him was 'sun too bright'. They repeat their fence-building, section by section, kicking away rotted wood and shot up pieces towards a general pile until what Wolfwood had chewed through in a matter of seconds is, in the matter of an hour, reborn.

he also sits back to admire the work for a moment, trying very hard to ignore the weird satisfaction that comes from being praised for something so innocuous. ]

Want me to shoot up the rest of the fence, then?

[ ... he's grinning. he's teasing. ]

[ look this vash absolutely just rolls over and tolerates a lot of shit too. difference is, when he actually has something to gripe about, he would gripe about it!!!! at least in this world there's only ONE sun, unlike the horrible two on noman's land.

and if worst came to worst he could pop out his cool heart-shaped sunglasses to actually block out the rays!!! his usual ones weren't exactly suited for that. ]

I would not complain about the sun. Not unless it was like, actually getting in the way of something I was doing! Then maybe I would. Maybe.

AND DO NOT BREAK MORE OF THE FENCE. [ he yelps, moving to stand in front of the rest of it!!!!! ]

I don't actually know how to make fence boards!? There are just a few premade ones over there, so--
Don't go breaking the rest on purpose!?

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