[ He follows quietly, stepping carefully and using his staff as he's not used to the ground on this side of the river. He looks pleased with the little spot Vash chooses, ears flicking as he takes in the sounds before settling himself down beside the other.
The bottle it set down by Vash's knee, a little encouraging motion offered for him to open it, and Pure Vanilla sets the pizza on his own. It's on a tray and already cut, and definitely is pizza sized. Covered in cheese, large sliced jelly beans that are laid out like pepperoni and green peppers might be, and chunky malted milk balls.
The question is followed by more silence, as he settles his staff down to the side, before stilling. His voice is small. ]
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The bottle it set down by Vash's knee, a little encouraging motion offered for him to open it, and Pure Vanilla sets the pizza on his own. It's on a tray and already cut, and definitely is pizza sized. Covered in cheese, large sliced jelly beans that are laid out like pepperoni and green peppers might be, and chunky malted milk balls.
The question is followed by more silence, as he settles his staff down to the side, before stilling. His voice is small. ]
We found him. In... in a sense.