November/December catch-all

[laidtocrest]

WHO: Sylvain and some people
WHAT: me living up to some promises; him having a bad time
WHERE: various and sundry places
WHEN: at various and sundry times, probably mostly after dark due to 90% of this game being vampires at this point
WARNINGS: stupid, will update with actual warnings

Comments

[photosympathies]

No, you're okay.

( Quick to soothe, aware he's touched on a nerve somewhere. Behind his glasses Vash's eyes are soft, curious, a little older than his face. But he dredges up a smile either way, puts the knickknacks down, reaches out to press his gloved real hand on Sylvain's shoulder, squeezing lightly. )

Come on, let's get out of here. Maybe they'll be selling kaiju parts at the place with the slushies, we should check it out. Buy a couple just to be doubley sure they aren't contaminated. My treat!

[laidtocrest]

[He wants to rebuff Vash, blow him off somehow, play off his reaction as nothing more than just stress or a joke, but there's a squeeze of Vash's hand and the tension from Sylvain just...

It doesn't quite vanish, in the same way water doesn't quite vanish but the earth does soak up the rain.]

Yeah, at this rate they'll throw us out anyway. [And Sylvain puts down his stuff. There's other places, he can buy things for Dimitri at one of those. Anywhere but here.] Now you mention it, I am pretty hungry.

[It's for the benefit of everyone else. See? He's not being weird, he's just hangry, and if Vash is seeing through him that's fine.]

[photosympathies]

Slushies and ... fries? They do fries, right. Wait, what's your go-to comfort food? Or the one you grab on the go. Both are different, right? Me, I like donuts. But I also like chips. And jerky.

( Is he ushering Sylvain straight out of the shop? Maybe. It's fine, they're fine, they're having a totally normal time right now and they're all good. The bell jingles. Vash breathes in dusty air the minute they're out. )

[laidtocrest]

[He just listens and makes noises as Vash lists off food. Fries. A noise. Slushies. A slightly different noise, but a related noise. Donuts. A thoughtful noise? Chips and jerky are more of the same.

They're outside. The bell jingles, Sylvain breathes in dusty air-]

Let's get donuts. [He's going to become a donut man at this rate.]

[photosympathies]

( A little bark of agreeable laughter, Vash pressing his hand to Sylvain's shoulder again briefly comforting before he lets go. )

Donuts! Good choice. They had some fancy ones the last time I was here. I've noticed in the cities they get experimental. I think they were almost shiny. But it's my treat, so you get to pick your poison!

( A beat. )

Hopefully not actual poison.