[Vash regrets offering his hand the moment those fingers close around his own. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can still recall the dim picture of the children he had slain. Once, he had sworn that he would never tarnish his hands again. Now they were bloodier than ever. Accepting any sort of gesture, let alone one like this, feels inappropriate — no one deserves it less than he.
Yet he twines their fingers together nonetheless, his long, bony digits fitting between the other monster's. He holds tight as he feels he can as they make their way up the stairs. He doesn't dare argue the words that Pure Vanilla offers, doesn't feel that he can until he's had proper time to explain everything.. Only then will he accept whatever judgement Pure Vanilla offers, if he chooses to offer any at all.
At least there are a few things that fail to surprise Vash as he enters Pure Vanilla's apartment. The Cakepup is at least something of a familiar sight — he'd met Cheesecake and Fuji when he'd last visited the Grapevine. The plants that are growing there are all largely unfamiliar. He makes a note to look closer, if he had the chance.
Luida would love them.
For now, he finally allows himself to let go of that hand, in favor of pulling his boots off at the door. He isn't sure if that's a rule Pure Vanilla would prefer, or if he's making himself far too at home, but he'd rather err on the side of caution. Once he's got his boots pushed against the wall, he makes his way over to the couch and settles down. After a moment of thought, he pulls his kneels up to his chest and hooks his chin over them.]
Is tea alright? Or coffee. Whichever you prefer.
[In the meanwhile, he holds a hand out for Lavender to... sniff? Is that a thing a cakepup does? He's still getting used to this.]
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Yet he twines their fingers together nonetheless, his long, bony digits fitting between the other monster's. He holds tight as he feels he can as they make their way up the stairs. He doesn't dare argue the words that Pure Vanilla offers, doesn't feel that he can until he's had proper time to explain everything.. Only then will he accept whatever judgement Pure Vanilla offers, if he chooses to offer any at all.
At least there are a few things that fail to surprise Vash as he enters Pure Vanilla's apartment. The Cakepup is at least something of a familiar sight — he'd met Cheesecake and Fuji when he'd last visited the Grapevine. The plants that are growing there are all largely unfamiliar. He makes a note to look closer, if he had the chance.
Luida would love them.
For now, he finally allows himself to let go of that hand, in favor of pulling his boots off at the door. He isn't sure if that's a rule Pure Vanilla would prefer, or if he's making himself far too at home, but he'd rather err on the side of caution. Once he's got his boots pushed against the wall, he makes his way over to the couch and settles down. After a moment of thought, he pulls his kneels up to his chest and hooks his chin over them.]
Is tea alright? Or coffee. Whichever you prefer.
[In the meanwhile, he holds a hand out for Lavender to... sniff? Is that a thing a cakepup does? He's still getting used to this.]