Vash The Stampede (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doubledollar) wrote2013-02-27 05:31 pm
doubledollar) wrote2013-02-27 05:31 pm
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[ 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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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?
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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. ]
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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!?