[Vash winces out of sympathy as the little creature slams full force against him. It wrenches out a laugh at least, soft and only with the slightest of hitches. He kneels off the couch once the creature goes belly up, focusing on administering only the choicest of belly rubs and scritches.
By the time Pure vanilla returns, Vash will be fully on the ground, absolutely enamored by the little thing. Sugar and animals make everyone feel better, and it would seem that the Cakepup has managed both in spades.
He does sober as his companion scoops up the little pup, knowing that it's only a matter of time before things take a turn. It's nice to have been able to enjoy a moment of reprieve. He just wishes that Pure Vanilla could have enjoyed it too, rather than trying to put Vash at ease.]
Thanks. [He gives a nod, then takes the tea. He doesn't put anything in it right away — with how unfamiliar most of the flora in Ryslig are, he's perfectly content to drink things straight and savor them.
Perhaps he remains in savor mode a little too long. He leaves the cup near his mouth, breathing in the vapor that pours off of it. His eyes close. He knows he should open his mouth at some point, say something about what they're here for. He can't put it off forever.
Instead he leans forward and takes the small bottle. He pours a generous helping in, though still leaves plenty for Pure Vanilla to enjoy should he need. It's only then that he allows his gaze to settle on the other man.]
Honestly, I'm not sure where to start now that we're here.
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By the time Pure vanilla returns, Vash will be fully on the ground, absolutely enamored by the little thing. Sugar and animals make everyone feel better, and it would seem that the Cakepup has managed both in spades.
He does sober as his companion scoops up the little pup, knowing that it's only a matter of time before things take a turn. It's nice to have been able to enjoy a moment of reprieve. He just wishes that Pure Vanilla could have enjoyed it too, rather than trying to put Vash at ease.]
Thanks. [He gives a nod, then takes the tea. He doesn't put anything in it right away — with how unfamiliar most of the flora in Ryslig are, he's perfectly content to drink things straight and savor them.
Perhaps he remains in savor mode a little too long. He leaves the cup near his mouth, breathing in the vapor that pours off of it. His eyes close. He knows he should open his mouth at some point, say something about what they're here for. He can't put it off forever.
Instead he leans forward and takes the small bottle. He pours a generous helping in, though still leaves plenty for Pure Vanilla to enjoy should he need. It's only then that he allows his gaze to settle on the other man.]
Honestly, I'm not sure where to start now that we're here.