[Like his companion, Vash comes dressed for comfort. Granted, that comfortable attire isn't all that different than his day-to-day wear. Whether Pure Vanilla remembers or not, the rustle of Vash's clothes sounds far more muffled. He's more padded up, as if protecting himself from something. The tight thermal at least has been switched with a sweater of thicker yarn, though it still pulls up to beneath his chin. His jacket, bright red and familiar, is zipped tight and pulled around him. This very jacket had been missing during their last encounter, its weighty thud not joining the mess of fabric that Vash had discarded before their session.
Which, speaking of thuds, Vash lands not far from the back entrance. With the weather clearing up, and his confidence in his ability to fly with just three wings increasing, he's able to make the journey quickly. Still, he doesn't want to plop right down at the entrance. The sounds of his boots approaching will announce him to anyone trying to hear.
Which would mean Pure Vanilla.
He really only does remember snippets of what happened to him. In there, he remembers carefully guiding Pure Vanilla along. He'd never outright said that he was blind in that moment, but from the pieces he's gathered, Vash goes with the assumption. Thus, he clears his throat gingerly as he approaches, though his hand still lifts in a wave on instinct.]
You're - [He falters here. The man he had met before had insisted on Vanilla. Yet the online moniker his companion had chosen would have indicated otherwise. He errs on the side of caution after a second of hesitation, opting to go with the name that had been spelled out for him.] Pure Vanilla, right?
[He tries to inject his usual cheer into his speech. However, the tone winds up falling flat, even coming dangerously close to morose.]
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Which, speaking of thuds, Vash lands not far from the back entrance. With the weather clearing up, and his confidence in his ability to fly with just three wings increasing, he's able to make the journey quickly. Still, he doesn't want to plop right down at the entrance. The sounds of his boots approaching will announce him to anyone trying to hear.
Which would mean Pure Vanilla.
He really only does remember snippets of what happened to him. In there, he remembers carefully guiding Pure Vanilla along. He'd never outright said that he was blind in that moment, but from the pieces he's gathered, Vash goes with the assumption. Thus, he clears his throat gingerly as he approaches, though his hand still lifts in a wave on instinct.]
You're - [He falters here. The man he had met before had insisted on Vanilla. Yet the online moniker his companion had chosen would have indicated otherwise. He errs on the side of caution after a second of hesitation, opting to go with the name that had been spelled out for him.] Pure Vanilla, right?
[He tries to inject his usual cheer into his speech. However, the tone winds up falling flat, even coming dangerously close to morose.]