[Does his heart do a flip at the mere concept of "home?" Vash will never reveal that secret, thank you. And Pure Vanilla will certainly never see the faint smile that graces his lips as he steps inside. That his companion is not immediately in sight doesn't bother Vash. He kneels down to undo the laces of his boots, pulling them off just in time for Pure Vanilla to round the corner.
Or at least... He would have assumed it was Pure Vanilla. Normally he's accompanied by the click of hooves against the ground. Now, though, there's no announcement. And when Vash looks up, it's immediately obvious why. If not for the fact that he'd only just heard Pure Vanilla's voice, he might have been immediately on edge.
Even still, his guard is up. There are plenty of things out there capable of causing illusions. Better to be wary, right? Even though he's pretty sure any sort of assailant wouldn't come delicately traipsing in with doughnut holes.]
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Or at least... He would have assumed it was Pure Vanilla. Normally he's accompanied by the click of hooves against the ground. Now, though, there's no announcement. And when Vash looks up, it's immediately obvious why. If not for the fact that he'd only just heard Pure Vanilla's voice, he might have been immediately on edge.
Even still, his guard is up. There are plenty of things out there capable of causing illusions. Better to be wary, right? Even though he's pretty sure any sort of assailant wouldn't come delicately traipsing in with doughnut holes.]
Pure Vanilla. Is, uh. Is that really you?