[Vash is more or less waiting by the door. Thankfully everyone, including the ever boisterous Angelina, is out. It wouldn't do for the pup to start stealing jelly bean scraps or anything like that, after all.
As the door opens, he makes no attempt to conceal how his gaze darts over Pure Vanilla's form. He's searching for any signs of injury or pain. He knows, first hand, just how dangerous the woods can be. Especially when someone is desperate like Pure Vanilla has been.]
[ The glance over makes him smile. A tired, tired smile, that doesn't really quite lift the sombre mood off him, but it's there. He looks well enough. If ... definitely a little thinner and with some bags under his eyes from the last time Vash saw him. ]
Hello, my friend. [ A little lift of the items he brought, the pizza and root beer. ] Would you care to dine outside? It's a nice day.
Sure - [There's a note to his voice, like there was something more, or something else, he'd meant to say. He wants to ask, because he doesn't dare hope. Not with Pure Vanilla's current demeanor. Prying at what may well be an open wound in the middle of his doorway doesn't feel like the best option though.
For now, he follows Pure Vanilla outside, before taking the lead. He won't make the poor man cross back over the river. Besides, it's plenty secluded on this part of the water, especially off to the side of the house. He finds an adequately sunny and grassy place, before settling down and motioning for Pure Vanilla to join him.]
Did you want to - [Another pause.] You look like you went through a lot. If... you wanted to get into it. I'm here.
[ 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. ]
[Though Vash does cast a cursory glance toward all the food, he can't bring himself to linger on it. He won't be able to focus until he knows what state Pure Vanilla is in. And maybe not even then.
At least he doesn't have to wait long.]
In a sense.
[The repetition says it all. He understands. It's the same way he found Nai in the woods. They'd both wanted answers in their own right, and both had found them in the worst way possible. While he couldn't say he knew Pure Vanilla or Clotted Cream that well, they relationship at least had to be a close one. Finding someone like that, broken by the Forest, was not something he'd wish on anyone.
Let alone someone as kind as Pure Vanilla.]
I'm sorry for your loss. [He pauses.] Were you - able to recover him, at least?
Pure Vanilla takes a slice of pizza but doesn't eat it, instead peeling a jelly off of it with idly fingers, rearranging it. He opens his mouth, and closes it. He really doesn't want to think about it, what he did. Is it wrong? Was it right?
Witches help him, he has no answer, though he knows he would have done it again in a heartbeat. ]
His soul. I returned with it safely.
[ He sets his pizza down and hangs his head. There is absolutely none of his usual joie de vivre. Instead he looks as broken as he's felt for ages. ]
[Vash, admittedly, isn't as up to date on the names and how they correlate to the monsters he's been told about. he finds, though, that it doesn't matter. Pure Vanilla is in morning, and Vash is here to help. And from the words he speaks, Vash knows that whatever he found, wasn't pleasant.
He extends a hand, palm up and waiting for Pure Vanilla's. He won't press, if he finds that the man isn't interested. But it's comfort nonetheless.]
I'm glad you could bring something back. [He inhales through his nose, near mournful in the noise it makes.] Being able to bury Nai... did more for me than I would have expected.
[ There's no hesitance. When Vash extends his hand, he will find Pure Vanilla taking it readily. It's the reason he asked Vash to meet him. Not just because of the promise of the pizza, but because Vash understands.
So Pure Vanilla squeezes the hand in his, fingers curled gently around it. ]
Thank you, my friend. It hurts to think about... but there is a piece of him still with me. His soul is safe from the corruption that might occur. There is closure.
[ He raises his other hand to wipe at his eyes, inhaling a little shudderingly to stop the tears, shaking his head. ]
Please, let us speak of merry topics? I fear if I begin to cry again, I will not stop.
[The hand is squeezed carefully. Not too forceful, but no less reassuring. His thumb sweeps over the skin there tender as he can. He's insinuated as much before, but he knows loss. He knows pain. Even if he can't put it into words, he can at least offer companionship.]
That's what's important. This place can be cruel. Inflict all kinds of torture. But you're keeping him from that. It's the most we can ask for.
[He can't argue the want to change the subject. He wants to, but he's already started to figure out just how similar they are. Smiling through it, or at least fining something else to focus on, is far easier than anything else.]
We can do whatever you want. Remind me what all is on it, again?
[ The gentle touch is appreciated in ways words will never convey, so instead he squeezes back as tightly as he dares. As well as the sweet words, Vash doing his best - and succeeded rather well - in reassuring Pure Vanilla. He exhales slowly, letting tension ease out of him, and whispering a soft "thank you" as Vash changes the subject.
He can't think of it any further, he can't fall back into the despair that creeps around the corner.
Clearing his throat gently, and not letting go of Vash's hand, he turns his attention towards the pizza. Stares at it like he's completely forgotten everything, before forcing a smile.
What is it they say? Fake it 'til you make it. ]
Ah. Malted milk balls, cheese both sweet and savory, different flavored jelly beans, on a pizza dough. It might be quite a strange taste at first.
[Vash knows, probably better than most, what it looks like to fake a smile. Right now, though, he's not going to say anything. Pure Vanilla has earned respite, and if that looks like a pasted on smile and a distraction, then it will be granted. Of course, that doesn't keep Vash from giving his hand a squeeze along the way. Sure, he's earned a break, but he's also earned the reminder that, when he's ready, this hand wills till be there.]
I don't think it'll be strange at all.
[That said, when he tries to take it with his single remaining hand, well... Yeah that isn't happening. He juts his lip out in a frown as some of the pieces threaten to slough off.]
'Course, I might just have to look at it for awhile! Admire the beauty and all that! You don't see much like this, you know?
[ The pout - ah "frown" - actually shifts his smile from fake towards genuine. He could let go of the hand he's clinging to, allow the man to use both of them to eat the pizza with.
Or, and the better idea in his humble opinion, he can keep hold of it and reach out with his free hand to help Vash stabilize the piece of pizza. Yes, much better, that's what he will do. ]
Allow me.
[ It looks absolutely absurd as he reaches out with his free hand to gently set his fingers underneath the other end of the pizza, holding it up carefully while Vash holds the other end.
Absurdity is exactly what he needs and he chuckles gently. ]
[Oh, this is absolutely ridiculous. And yet Vash delights in the absurd, as Pure Vanilla has surely figured out by now. Even if he's kept himself somewhat tempered in PVs company, he's undoubtedly witnessed some of Vash's shenanigans throughout the grove, or within the journals.
Thus, he doesn't hesitate to bend forward, taking a bite out of the pizza. It's hard to chew with the grin forming on his lips, at least not without making a horrible noise. In fact, he's currently trying not to giggle around the pizza.
Is it an intimate thing to feed one another? Maybe. But Vash doesn't even consider that. Right now, he's sharing a silly moment with a friend who could surely use a laugh. The finer details don't really matter.]
You could - [He speaks only once he's schooled is face enough to both chew and swallow.] But where's the fun in that.
[ Where's the fun, indeed? His expression is both genuinely amused now, and definitely fond, as Vash takes a bite out of the pizza. And Vash may be trying not to giggle, but Pure Vanilla has no such self restraint, and softly laughs. A fuller sound than before. Happier. ]
Ah, but it would be far easier, no?
[ Except he's folding his fingers in between Vash's comfortably, rearranging the other hand's fingers to scoot them back a bit on the pizza. And because there's no taking his own slice while both hands are otherwise occupied, he turns the pizza towards himself to take his own bite.
He chews thoughtfully. No longer being a Cookie has changed his tastes somewhat but... He swallows and smiles happily, tail wiggling a bit in the grass. ]
Isn't it? It is a bit different than what I remember, but I will attribute that to the world itself.
[ They're both disgusting. He wipes a bit of cheese off from the hand holding it up, and licks his finger clean after. Mm, cream cheese drizzle. ]
Ah! The root beer! I feel you will find that delightful as well. Here...
[ Hm. Setting the pizza down is easy enough, he can direct Vash to low his end so the slice is back on the pan, and picking the bottle up is fine but... twisting the cap off is not going to happen, so he sheepishly (ha) holds it out towards Vash. ]
[Vash probably shouldn't find himself thinking about how the rustling sound coming from Pure Vanilla's backside is adorable. He shouldn't quietly treasure how obvious his joy seemed to be. Yet here he is, finding himself wearing a gentle, pleased smile as he commits the moment to memory all the same.]
Well, for me... I think it's amazing.
[He does start to lean down for another bite but, ah! Pure Vanilla brings up something very important. He absolutely wants to try this root beer, thank you. He perks up once more, waiting for the drink. At his companion's urging, he does reach out, twisting off the lid with his metal hand with perhaps a bit more care.
The last thing they need is for him to crush the bottle.]
There we go! [And without any further encouragement, he leans down and takes a sip. Immediately his eyes widen, and his nose wrinkles. Thankfully, a grin spreads over his lips just a few seconds later.]
I'm glad! There are quite a few other things I would love to show you from my world! I imagine you would love our jelly burgers!
[ There's so many foods... and sights. The soda streams, the carbonated falls, the cold frosted peaks, the deep valleys full of sugar sheep and alpaca. Oogh, Pure Vanilla misses them. So he focuses on watching Vash open the root beer and take a sip instead, the nose wrinkling making him worry for a moment, but it's replaced by a grin quickly. ]
Ah! You like it! Though it is faintly alcoholic, the burn comes from the unique blend of root, bark, and herbs added to it, like vanilla and wintergreen! Some prefer anise and nutmeg to make it sharper, but this is a classic approach. It also makes it sweeter with these. By leaving off the root, you may also produce a sweet cream soda. I will try to bring one of those next time!
[ He'll take a little sip himself, but definitely won't partake in too much. He's extraordinarily weak to alcohol. He will end up sobbing on Vash if he drinks anymore than a few sips here or there. He ponders the bottle, the pizza, and their linked hands. Hm. ]
[His mind paints a very vivid, and probably not wholly inaccurate picture of what that would look like. He licks his lips contemplatively as he turns the thought over within his head. Sweet and chewy doesn't sound terrible, from his perspective. Really, he'd be right at home in a place like the Earthbread.
He pulls his focus back as Pure Vanilla keeps speaking. Something about his words catches his attention, and he finds himself grinning.]
Vanilla, huh? [His head tilts.] No wonder it's so good. Got a little bit of you in it, huh?
[Admittedly, he doesn't recognize the rest of the spices but. That doesn't matter. It's good.]
You take a bite first this time, yeah? Gotta keep up your strength. [Given the uncanny similarities between the two of them, Vash can't help but worry. His first resort when grappling with his own demons is to forgo food, after all.]
[ Whatever he's imagining, he's undoubtedly right on the dot. Meat jelly, soft fluffy buns, cheese and vegetables. With, of course, a sweet profile. The lip lick makes him chuckle. Next will be a hamburger and cream soda then.
But oh. That! That flusters him, actually. He's sure Vash doesn't mean it the way it sounds but it sounds very-
He aha's softly and clears his throat, trying not to blush but he's failing. Mister Stampede, please! ]
Ah, yes, I suppose...
[ Well, if he wanted a distraction, he certainly got it! To cover up, he hums and takes the first bite this time indeed, trying to tilt the pizza in a way he doesn't get a mouthful of hair too. Which means he has to tilt the pizza downwards.
If he gets a jelly piece to the face well. The hazards of holding hands while eating pizza. ]
[Vash... doesn't quite pick up on the innuendo, it would seem. Thus, he can't quite figure out why Pure Vanilla looks so flustered. What he does learn is that it's a very cute look on him. It makes Vash's heart twist, something warm pulsing through him in a way that maybe he should feel guilty over.
Maybe.
Thankfully, he's promptly distracted by the way Pure Vanilla leans forward. He can already see a potential disaster unfolding with the poor man's hair. And with his cybernetic hand currently free of any bottles that need opening, or anything of that nature, he reaches out. Carefully as can be, and without streaking his cold fingers against Pure Vanilla's poor cheek, he tucks that hair behind his ear.]
There. Better, right?
[He definitely doesn't have to hold back laughter because PV has Jelly Beans on his face or anything. Certainly not.]
[ His ear flicks gently from the hair behind it, and he can't help but smile. It is better. And it's very sweet. And sir, he can see you're trying to hold in laughter. He huffs playfully and tilts his head, trying to either knock the jelly loose or send it flying off. It just slides pathetically down a little further and sticks, glued there by cheese. ]
You may laugh.
[ He says it with the solemn air of a King granting someone permission to approach. The moment Vash opens his mouth next, however, he's getting the pizza slice gently stuffed into it. Carefully of course, so he doesn't accidentally harm him, but most definitely in a manner that prevents any laughter.
And his expression is oh so innocent as he does so. ]
[And laugh he does. No shame about it, his mouth opens and a delighted little titter escapes him. It pitches upward as the pizza is shoved in, of course, mirth shifting to a startle, before devolving into amusement once again. Fair is fair, he supposes. Naturally, it's muffled by the myriad sweets being shoved in, but it'll take more than that to shut him up, Pure Vanilla.
After he manages to take a bite and swallow, Vash does twist his head away. Naturally it smears some of the pizza onto his cheek, so now they match. And of course, that makes him laugh once more.]
Y'know. I don't think I've ran into a pizza this messy before.
[ Sorry about the smear, Pure Vanilla making a soft noise as he puts their slice down to free up his hand, so he can reach out and wipe it from Vash's cheek with his thumb.
Then lick it off his thumb cause he really didn't bring napkins or the like. ]
Tell me about the other pizzas you've had? Are they sweet like these?
[ With his hand free he can also now get the jelly glued to his face, popping it into his mouth.
Finally, he looks delighted again. Not thinking of Clotted Cream. ]
[Does his head angle minutely? Does it press into that touch greedily? Vash certainly won't admit to it, but there definitely is the faintest of pressure against Pure Vanilla's thumb just before he pulls away.]
Nah, not like this. More savory. [He clicks his tongue.] You guys have savory, right? I'm not tryin' to be insensitive, it's just that all of you that I've met have had very sweet names!
[He's getting distracted. Oops.]
Your standard pizza starts with dough, tomato sauce, and cheese. A step up is adding pepperoni, maybe even olives or mushrooms. Then you can get even fancier from there, too!
[ If he noticed, he won't comment. He knows what it's like to be touch starved, to press into every little casual touch for more. To crave it, and to be embarrassed about craving it. He snorts softly to the question of savory. ]
Of course! Our breads and most our cheeses are savory, plus if you cook it just right, quite a few stews are!
[ His laugh is soft and more a giggle as Vash gets back on track, amusement on his face, then confusion and some thoughtfulness. ]
Well... all of those sound very familiar, but I must admit some unfamiliarity with pepperoni. Is that like peperoncino? And I must assume not all of those items contain a touch of sweet.
[ He looks delighted by the idea, though. He's already encountered the lack of sweetness in everything here, but he has yet to really try something that seems so... maybe spicy? ]
[Briefly he wonders what the stews are usually like, but he resists the urge to ask outright. There are more important things on the table. Mostly him not knowing what the hell a peperoncino is.]
Alright, well. Imagine those savory breads and cheeses, yeah? And then imagine uhh... a kinda chewy circle of meat. Tinier, usually. And with a bit of spice too. But yeah, nothin' too sweet. Though I guess the sauce has a bit of sweetness depending on how you get it? [He taps his foot against the ground.]
Honestly, I could probably ask around. Make one for you, just like you got this together for me.
[It's only fair. They can do for one another, back and forth. Mutual kindness and distraction.]
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As the door opens, he makes no attempt to conceal how his gaze darts over Pure Vanilla's form. He's searching for any signs of injury or pain. He knows, first hand, just how dangerous the woods can be. Especially when someone is desperate like Pure Vanilla has been.]
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Hello, my friend. [ A little lift of the items he brought, the pizza and root beer. ] Would you care to dine outside? It's a nice day.
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For now, he follows Pure Vanilla outside, before taking the lead. He won't make the poor man cross back over the river. Besides, it's plenty secluded on this part of the water, especially off to the side of the house. He finds an adequately sunny and grassy place, before settling down and motioning for Pure Vanilla to join him.]
Did you want to - [Another pause.] You look like you went through a lot. If... you wanted to get into it. I'm here.
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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.
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At least he doesn't have to wait long.]
In a sense.
[The repetition says it all. He understands. It's the same way he found Nai in the woods. They'd both wanted answers in their own right, and both had found them in the worst way possible. While he couldn't say he knew Pure Vanilla or Clotted Cream that well, they relationship at least had to be a close one. Finding someone like that, broken by the Forest, was not something he'd wish on anyone.
Let alone someone as kind as Pure Vanilla.]
I'm sorry for your loss. [He pauses.] Were you - able to recover him, at least?
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Pure Vanilla takes a slice of pizza but doesn't eat it, instead peeling a jelly off of it with idly fingers, rearranging it. He opens his mouth, and closes it. He really doesn't want to think about it, what he did. Is it wrong? Was it right?
Witches help him, he has no answer, though he knows he would have done it again in a heartbeat. ]
His soul. I returned with it safely.
[ He sets his pizza down and hangs his head. There is absolutely none of his usual joie de vivre. Instead he looks as broken as he's felt for ages. ]
Callan had it.
[ Is there any real need to explain further. ]
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He extends a hand, palm up and waiting for Pure Vanilla's. He won't press, if he finds that the man isn't interested. But it's comfort nonetheless.]
I'm glad you could bring something back. [He inhales through his nose, near mournful in the noise it makes.] Being able to bury Nai... did more for me than I would have expected.
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So Pure Vanilla squeezes the hand in his, fingers curled gently around it. ]
Thank you, my friend. It hurts to think about... but there is a piece of him still with me. His soul is safe from the corruption that might occur. There is closure.
[ He raises his other hand to wipe at his eyes, inhaling a little shudderingly to stop the tears, shaking his head. ]
Please, let us speak of merry topics? I fear if I begin to cry again, I will not stop.
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That's what's important. This place can be cruel. Inflict all kinds of torture. But you're keeping him from that. It's the most we can ask for.
[He can't argue the want to change the subject. He wants to, but he's already started to figure out just how similar they are. Smiling through it, or at least fining something else to focus on, is far easier than anything else.]
We can do whatever you want. Remind me what all is on it, again?
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He can't think of it any further, he can't fall back into the despair that creeps around the corner.
Clearing his throat gently, and not letting go of Vash's hand, he turns his attention towards the pizza. Stares at it like he's completely forgotten everything, before forcing a smile.
What is it they say? Fake it 'til you make it. ]
Ah. Malted milk balls, cheese both sweet and savory, different flavored jelly beans, on a pizza dough. It might be quite a strange taste at first.
[ Good luck eating it without a hand. ]
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I don't think it'll be strange at all.
[That said, when he tries to take it with his single remaining hand, well... Yeah that isn't happening. He juts his lip out in a frown as some of the pieces threaten to slough off.]
'Course, I might just have to look at it for awhile! Admire the beauty and all that! You don't see much like this, you know?
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Or, and the better idea in his humble opinion, he can keep hold of it and reach out with his free hand to help Vash stabilize the piece of pizza. Yes, much better, that's what he will do. ]
Allow me.
[ It looks absolutely absurd as he reaches out with his free hand to gently set his fingers underneath the other end of the pizza, holding it up carefully while Vash holds the other end.
Absurdity is exactly what he needs and he chuckles gently. ]
I suppose I could release your hand...
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Thus, he doesn't hesitate to bend forward, taking a bite out of the pizza. It's hard to chew with the grin forming on his lips, at least not without making a horrible noise. In fact, he's currently trying not to giggle around the pizza.
Is it an intimate thing to feed one another? Maybe. But Vash doesn't even consider that. Right now, he's sharing a silly moment with a friend who could surely use a laugh. The finer details don't really matter.]
You could - [He speaks only once he's schooled is face enough to both chew and swallow.] But where's the fun in that.
[oh, right!]
It's good, by the way! Like, delicious!
[Vash no...]
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Ah, but it would be far easier, no?
[ Except he's folding his fingers in between Vash's comfortably, rearranging the other hand's fingers to scoot them back a bit on the pizza. And because there's no taking his own slice while both hands are otherwise occupied, he turns the pizza towards himself to take his own bite.
He chews thoughtfully. No longer being a Cookie has changed his tastes somewhat but... He swallows and smiles happily, tail wiggling a bit in the grass. ]
Isn't it? It is a bit different than what I remember, but I will attribute that to the world itself.
[ They're both disgusting. He wipes a bit of cheese off from the hand holding it up, and licks his finger clean after. Mm, cream cheese drizzle. ]
Ah! The root beer! I feel you will find that delightful as well. Here...
[ Hm. Setting the pizza down is easy enough, he can direct Vash to low his end so the slice is back on the pan, and picking the bottle up is fine but... twisting the cap off is not going to happen, so he sheepishly (ha) holds it out towards Vash. ]
Twist?
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Well, for me... I think it's amazing.
[He does start to lean down for another bite but, ah! Pure Vanilla brings up something very important. He absolutely wants to try this root beer, thank you. He perks up once more, waiting for the drink. At his companion's urging, he does reach out, twisting off the lid with his metal hand with perhaps a bit more care.
The last thing they need is for him to crush the bottle.]
There we go! [And without any further encouragement, he leans down and takes a sip. Immediately his eyes widen, and his nose wrinkles. Thankfully, a grin spreads over his lips just a few seconds later.]
It burns? But good?
[He's confused, but loving it...]
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[ There's so many foods... and sights. The soda streams, the carbonated falls, the cold frosted peaks, the deep valleys full of sugar sheep and alpaca. Oogh, Pure Vanilla misses them. So he focuses on watching Vash open the root beer and take a sip instead, the nose wrinkling making him worry for a moment, but it's replaced by a grin quickly. ]
Ah! You like it! Though it is faintly alcoholic, the burn comes from the unique blend of root, bark, and herbs added to it, like vanilla and wintergreen! Some prefer anise and nutmeg to make it sharper, but this is a classic approach. It also makes it sweeter with these. By leaving off the root, you may also produce a sweet cream soda. I will try to bring one of those next time!
[ He'll take a little sip himself, but definitely won't partake in too much. He's extraordinarily weak to alcohol. He will end up sobbing on Vash if he drinks anymore than a few sips here or there. He ponders the bottle, the pizza, and their linked hands. Hm. ]
In order, then? Pizza?
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[His mind paints a very vivid, and probably not wholly inaccurate picture of what that would look like. He licks his lips contemplatively as he turns the thought over within his head. Sweet and chewy doesn't sound terrible, from his perspective. Really, he'd be right at home in a place like the Earthbread.
He pulls his focus back as Pure Vanilla keeps speaking. Something about his words catches his attention, and he finds himself grinning.]
Vanilla, huh? [His head tilts.] No wonder it's so good. Got a little bit of you in it, huh?
[Admittedly, he doesn't recognize the rest of the spices but. That doesn't matter. It's good.]
You take a bite first this time, yeah? Gotta keep up your strength. [Given the uncanny similarities between the two of them, Vash can't help but worry. His first resort when grappling with his own demons is to forgo food, after all.]
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But oh. That! That flusters him, actually. He's sure Vash doesn't mean it the way it sounds but it sounds very-
He aha's softly and clears his throat, trying not to blush but he's failing. Mister Stampede, please! ]
Ah, yes, I suppose...
[ Well, if he wanted a distraction, he certainly got it! To cover up, he hums and takes the first bite this time indeed, trying to tilt the pizza in a way he doesn't get a mouthful of hair too. Which means he has to tilt the pizza downwards.
If he gets a jelly piece to the face well. The hazards of holding hands while eating pizza. ]
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Maybe.
Thankfully, he's promptly distracted by the way Pure Vanilla leans forward. He can already see a potential disaster unfolding with the poor man's hair. And with his cybernetic hand currently free of any bottles that need opening, or anything of that nature, he reaches out. Carefully as can be, and without streaking his cold fingers against Pure Vanilla's poor cheek, he tucks that hair behind his ear.]
There. Better, right?
[He definitely doesn't have to hold back laughter because PV has Jelly Beans on his face or anything. Certainly not.]
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You may laugh.
[ He says it with the solemn air of a King granting someone permission to approach. The moment Vash opens his mouth next, however, he's getting the pizza slice gently stuffed into it. Carefully of course, so he doesn't accidentally harm him, but most definitely in a manner that prevents any laughter.
And his expression is oh so innocent as he does so. ]
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After he manages to take a bite and swallow, Vash does twist his head away. Naturally it smears some of the pizza onto his cheek, so now they match. And of course, that makes him laugh once more.]
Y'know. I don't think I've ran into a pizza this messy before.
[He does not sound like he's complaining.]
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[ Sorry about the smear, Pure Vanilla making a soft noise as he puts their slice down to free up his hand, so he can reach out and wipe it from Vash's cheek with his thumb.
Then lick it off his thumb cause he really didn't bring napkins or the like. ]
Tell me about the other pizzas you've had? Are they sweet like these?
[ With his hand free he can also now get the jelly glued to his face, popping it into his mouth.
Finally, he looks delighted again. Not thinking of Clotted Cream. ]
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Nah, not like this. More savory. [He clicks his tongue.] You guys have savory, right? I'm not tryin' to be insensitive, it's just that all of you that I've met have had very sweet names!
[He's getting distracted. Oops.]
Your standard pizza starts with dough, tomato sauce, and cheese. A step up is adding pepperoni, maybe even olives or mushrooms. Then you can get even fancier from there, too!
[Boy does he love talking about food.]
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Of course! Our breads and most our cheeses are savory, plus if you cook it just right, quite a few stews are!
[ His laugh is soft and more a giggle as Vash gets back on track, amusement on his face, then confusion and some thoughtfulness. ]
Well... all of those sound very familiar, but I must admit some unfamiliarity with pepperoni. Is that like peperoncino? And I must assume not all of those items contain a touch of sweet.
[ He looks delighted by the idea, though. He's already encountered the lack of sweetness in everything here, but he has yet to really try something that seems so... maybe spicy? ]
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Alright, well. Imagine those savory breads and cheeses, yeah? And then imagine uhh... a kinda chewy circle of meat. Tinier, usually. And with a bit of spice too. But yeah, nothin' too sweet. Though I guess the sauce has a bit of sweetness depending on how you get it? [He taps his foot against the ground.]
Honestly, I could probably ask around. Make one for you, just like you got this together for me.
[It's only fair. They can do for one another, back and forth. Mutual kindness and distraction.]
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