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!
[ 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. ]
[ 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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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!?