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[doubledollar]

Hey, yo! You reached uh, me! You should know who this is, right?
Anyway, you must'a caught me at a bad time, so, uh. Leave a message! I'll get back to you soon as I can. Love and Peace!

username: STAMPEDE

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[asipofbride]

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. ]

[doubledollar]

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?

[asipofbride]

[ 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. ]

[doubledollar]

[ 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!?