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Family business

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Viernes de Vashu

My special angel

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used to love, used to love, used to love, used to love, used to love, used to love now all i do is hate

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It's you

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color palette request from my ig 🪐

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There’s a brown paper bag left on the doorstep with no card or tag. The contents are all practical: gun oil, a new pair of leather gloves, a small mess kit. The two of them don’t seem to have much in common, but this way he knows he’ll at least get some use out of it.

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- He had almost stepped on the little brown bag outside of his door. He'd noticed it in time though and Vash looked around before slowly bending down to pick up the bag. Even though it had only been a short time... Loki has successfully made him wary of any sort of gifts. Especially after the logus fruit incident.

Well... he hadn't been really planning on doing anything other than checking the mail.

Honestly, the fact that it was his birthday (their birthday) had entirely slipped his mind. He'd never really celebrated before or done anything of the sort. Aside from the once. ...And that had been more than enough for him.

Vash brought the odd little package inside of the villa. He looked it over. No note. No anything to say who it was from. If felt hefty, though.

He dumped everything out onto the kitchen island countertop.

...Gun oil. Leather gloves. A small mess kit.

Vash looked back towards the door. The only people he could really think of who would get him something like this were Legato or the other Vash. Given how he'd seen Legato flinch at the very sight of the gun -

A hand tightened slightly around the leather gloves. Maybe... he hadn't quite been as nice as should have been to his duplicate.

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Happy belated birthday to the disaster brothers

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「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash felt a shiver crawl up his back. He tried to move in a way that would hide the gun at his hip - as if the other man hadn't already clearly seen it.

He was acting on something like reflex from the moment he'd clocked the other man as a bounty hunter - wary and sneaky and all together far too suspicious for his own good.

He really didn't want any trouble though (even if he was actively making himself look dodgy)...

Then he blinked as he finally registered what the man was saying. Analyzing his appearance, and then gesturing next to him as he stretched.

A legend or a ghost...? That wasn't exactly inaccurate even if he wanted neither status.

"Er.... Vash... an' I'm not really either..."

Against his better judgment, he wandered closer. Well... another trip into the police station wouldn't hurt if the guy did decide to take him in... He headed up onto the bench on the promenade. And he plopped rather heavily down beside the man.

He pulled a smile onto his lips, "...Honestly, you look like yer a bigger deal than lil' ol' me!"

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- The former (technically still but that wasn’t his fault this time) outlaw hummed softly as he walked across Halycon Beach. It was a soft melody, one from many years past. He was taking it at a slow pace, looking out at the water. He only vaguely took in the noise from the pier as he was lost in thought with his hand stuck into his pockets. An earlier hallucination had driven him from the house.

It was still cool and his duster didn’t do much to warm him as it was mostly made to keep out the heat on a planet with at least two suns and desert sand all over the place.

"Dang! You look like somethin' the dog drug out back and buried come back to life. Respect it though." - Huh?

Vash tore his eyes away from the water to look ahead at the pier he was wandering towards. Of course he wasn't exactly sure if they were talking to him or not, but...

Hang on. That guy looked like…

Vash froze for a split second, his body prepped to turn tail and run. There was a particular vibe and panache that he couldn't help recognizing in at least some semblance. A bounty hunter?! Here?!

Huh??????

He smiled, the nervous and exasperated expression not able to wiped from his face quite so easily. "Really? I don't look that bad, do I?"

He was sleep deprived and his coat looked like it had been to hell and back between all of the bullet holes and frayed edges everywhere. He shifted slightly as if that would hide the massive long colt at his hip.

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ROMANTIC GESTURES Bold = Definitely. Italics = Sometimes / depending on the situation or partner

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws & one straw · offering their jacket when it’s cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb (“i love you”) · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from meal)

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happy birthday! (id in alt)

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Happy birthday to the silly twins!! 🥳🫶

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the blank ticket in your hand is just waiting to be filled in.

happy birthday vash! (ID in alt text)

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drew this yesterday for the shit twins birthday ✌️✌️✌️

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happy birthday my pookies I hope you'll get to stargaze in the end of stargaze

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Happy belated birthday to the disaster brothers

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「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Vash had thought that a walk might do him good. He had taken one, but after some time along the path, staring into space with his hands in his pockets, the Plant ran into someone. Under usual circumstances he was a very observant man (perhaps too observant), but his head had been in the clouds lately. He was exhausted, stuck in --

He took a step back as he ran into another at full stride. He looked down only for his mouth to fall slightly open.

What... - What kind of person was that? There was an odd sweet scent that seemed to envelop the other man. ...A cookie? He swore that was icing rather than lashes. ...A sentient sweet? Oh no. Were donuts sentient?

No - that wasn't the point!!

He stared for perhaps a bit too long before he tore his eyes away at last. Quickly, his hand flew up to his neck and he bent over slightly - "Oh uh-- naw, 's all right! I'm fine! Are you all right? I should'a been watchin' where I was goin' too!"

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It was becoming a normal occurrence already for Pure Vanilla to become lost. He couldn't say he minded it all too much, but with the sun getting lower in the sky he should find his way back to roads he at least knew. The given glasses did very little to help him see at night, and without his staff he did not feel safe in such darkness.

He walks quietly, lost in his own thoughts as he closes his eyes. Old habits of walking with them closed coming back to him, as his thoughts take over. How was everyone at home? Did only part of him leave and if so what does that mean for his own world? What reason could he even be here? Could he even- His thoughts stop as he bumps into someone.

"O-oh excuse me." He apologizes, eyes finally opening back up in surprise. He takes in quickly that this person is taller than him and has a lot of red on him. "I should have kept a better eye while walking." Or any eyes at all, but he could hope the other would forgive such a small thing.

"Are you alright sir...?" He finds himself asking, even if there was no way for his much smaller stature to have harmed the other.