[Are the tips of his ears burning? Maybe. People have stuck to Vash despite his best efforts, but no one has ever so boldly announced that they're his friend. He can't even summon an argument against it. Unfortunately for him, Pure Vanilla has seen Vash at his worst — nothing else he could offer up would compare.

And yet he's still wanted? What is he meant to do with that.]

Friends, then.

[Has he ever used that word? It's been a long time, if he has. It doesn't feel so bad, though. The usual dread that comes from getting close to someone doesn't well up within his chest like it usually does. Maybe it's the alcohol? For all his years, he might have thought himself a little sturdier than all of that, but he won't complain.]

I - don't really know what there is to tell! I'm not all that interesting, honest! [He laughs, every bit as awkward as he feels. Which means it's a terrible time to realize he's still clutching at Pure Vanilla's hands.

He lets one drop, but doesn't let the other go just yet. He'll give his friend the choice to do so.]

I like donuts and pizza a lot. I'm pretty good with a gun, but I've never used to it kill anyone. Wait is that too morbid? Maybe, sorry -