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@unforestalledreturn Genesis Rhapsodos from FF7

@dunes-and-dust Gale (OC) from Trigun, Robert De Niro from Trigun Stampede

@taoreshi Piers from Pokémon, Tyki Mikk from D. Gray Man, Kento Nanami from Jujutsu Kaisen, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang from MO Dao Zu Shi, Xie Lian, Shi Qingxuan, Hua Cheng, Ling Wen from Heaven's Official Blessing.

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Pictures were worth a thousand words, or some garbage like that. Mugshot to mugshot, the more Roberto considered the bizarre, chaotic, and dangerous things that whirled around that notorious 'Typhoon', the more he reckoned Meryl's nose was right on the money. Sure, any story about a vagabond and highest running bounty holder could cash in a pretty tabloid or two. Hells, you could start making shit up once you got the credibility on the subject. I'm not interested in the money! I want the truth! But truth did not pay the bills. Truth was costly. Truth was that nagging that didn't just boot the sorry slicker out for an inevitable crossroads down the line. "Yer too young to be gettin' yourself into all this trouble." He sipped his watery beverage, foam left on his upper whiskers. "We've all got skeletons. And from what I can tell, yours not only walk, but chase ya. And they'll just keep chasin' until one of you's stopped, son."

"Mmmmmmno," Vash hums earnestly. He's still very keyed into hearing the words 'you may go' leave Roberto's mouth but that hasn't happened yet. Clearly, his compliance isn't paying off the desired dividends here.

Roberto effectively traps him with no more than a quarter inch of alcohol at the bottom of his previously empty mug. If he were to go digging around in a encyclopedia for an entry on 'seasoned investigative reporters,' Vash suspects that he'd find a mug shot of Roberto featured in the key photo.

"Interesting choice of words." Both of Roberto's statements Vash finds ostensibly false. There are most certainly places he could be and he hasn't had much luck trying to be anyone but himself.

He clears his throat, fearing what questions Roberto may be waiting to noose him with. "So..."

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Roberto should have known it was too easy with so little resistance, and he was right to have not to have gotten comfortable himself. "Damn it, son. Papi ever teach ya how to drink on someone else's dime?" He grumbled unhappily, dragging his old bag of bones up onto the almost too high stool. " 'Sides. All ya been doin' today is running around." Thick fingers grasped his own mug, raising it to cheer to seemingly no one at all. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Vash. Call it impulse, Roberto couldn't say. But with a tilt, he let his precious ichor spill over to Vash's empty mug to share, but only a little. "... Now before you go wastin' it, just sit a moment. Nowhere and no one to be right now."

@dune-rider | Roberto

"You, sit. Drink, now." The stoccato series of commands came with a heavy laden hand on Vash's shoulder to bring him down to the bar stool where a set of two frothing mugs of beer were waiting. Sometimes it was good, no, necessary to slow down and take a night off... especially with the sort of shenanigity that this poor sod seemed to drag Meryl, and by extension, himself into.

Once in motion, always in motion. He tries his best to adhere to his own rules, but sometimes reality has other plans in mind.

The hand on his shoulder is an anchor, mooring him before he has a chance to take even two steps toward the exit. He could brush Roberto's hand away, ignore him and whatever character investigation he has stewing and slip off into the desert without them.

Well, he's tried that too, and so far that hasn't gone so well.

So Vash sits, petulantly, heavily, with a whumpf when he drops onto the top of the split top of the cushioned stool. His shoulders droop. He sighs. Up, the mug travels to his lips as he chugs the entirety of its contents in one go.

"Can I go now?" Tooth-achingly polite. Maybe a little puppy-eyed.

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wip promo here A trigun OC who scavenges deep into the desertscape where most would not venture... Living in the moment! Living for the thrill! Miss him with that regret shit and existential dread. He did a cool flip-- wanna see him do it again?