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[ in hindsight, maybe it would have been better to change out of the shirt - but then again, there's no way he would in the first place; better to deal with all the cut hair later, even if it might be a pain ...
anyway, this is ... kind of nice. comforting, in a way, with her hands running over his hair as she figures out how short to cut each part. relaxing, even with the presence of sharp objects so close to all his vulnerable points. it kind of reminds him of meeting with her in the library, the quiet chatting leading way into easy silence, both of them sharing the space but each in their own worlds.
when she moves around to stand in front of him, vash closes his eyes out of sheer reflex; he still remembers how he didn't, the first time rem had cut their hair, and it got into his eyes and he'd cried for a full ten minutes trying to get the fragments out - he'd rather not do that again. at least he's got his glasses off again this time too, so there's no danger of it getting in the way.
with his eyes still closed he mumbles out, trying to keep himself from opening his mouth too wide - though he does smile, a little. ] It's alright. I trust you.
anyway, this is ... kind of nice. comforting, in a way, with her hands running over his hair as she figures out how short to cut each part. relaxing, even with the presence of sharp objects so close to all his vulnerable points. it kind of reminds him of meeting with her in the library, the quiet chatting leading way into easy silence, both of them sharing the space but each in their own worlds.
when she moves around to stand in front of him, vash closes his eyes out of sheer reflex; he still remembers how he didn't, the first time rem had cut their hair, and it got into his eyes and he'd cried for a full ten minutes trying to get the fragments out - he'd rather not do that again. at least he's got his glasses off again this time too, so there's no danger of it getting in the way.
with his eyes still closed he mumbles out, trying to keep himself from opening his mouth too wide - though he does smile, a little. ] It's alright. I trust you.
[ Trusts her enough for her to wield sharp implements around and/or near his face at the very least she figures. Like him, she feels relaxed, despite the pressure she's silently putting on herself to get this done well.
When the intermittent sounds of the snip of scissors and whir of the clippers finally cease and she decides that she might be done here, Mitsuru takes a step back to look over her handiwork. It's pretty close but- ]
...I may have taken just a little too much off.
[ Not that it looks bad, far from it... It's just... shorter than how he usually has it. ]
When the intermittent sounds of the snip of scissors and whir of the clippers finally cease and she decides that she might be done here, Mitsuru takes a step back to look over her handiwork. It's pretty close but- ]
...I may have taken just a little too much off.
[ Not that it looks bad, far from it... It's just... shorter than how he usually has it. ]
[ hey, that's actually a big deal, you know! or actually, don't know ... but maybe ignorance really is bliss, you know? he wouldn't want her to feel even more pressured than she already is, after all.
when he feels her hands pause, and the noises of the whirring machine stop, vash carefully opens an eye to peer up at her, giving a small, hesitant grin. ]
Is it ... done?
[ it's probably in hindsight, but he should have brought in a mirror or something ... not that there's any other mirrors here than what's built into the wall in the bathroom.
after another glance at her to gauge her expression, vash reaches up to run his fingers through the newly-shorn hair, the glass-green fingers catching at what's left of it and sending scatters of fallen hair from his shoulders to his lap with the motion.
was it him, or did it feel shorter? ]
when he feels her hands pause, and the noises of the whirring machine stop, vash carefully opens an eye to peer up at her, giving a small, hesitant grin. ]
Is it ... done?
[ it's probably in hindsight, but he should have brought in a mirror or something ... not that there's any other mirrors here than what's built into the wall in the bathroom.
after another glance at her to gauge her expression, vash reaches up to run his fingers through the newly-shorn hair, the glass-green fingers catching at what's left of it and sending scatters of fallen hair from his shoulders to his lap with the motion.
was it him, or did it feel shorter? ]
It is. It’s just a little shorter than how you had it previously.
[ She reaches to rearrange a few strands as he grins up at her, ridding him of a few more clippings that were still clinging on and silently lamenting how many of them have gotten onto his black turtleneck.
Also being low key embarrassed that she had taken off more of his hair than she had meant to. Not that it looks bad, it’s easily recognisabe as the same style as before. It’s just different - shorter. ]
I am sorry for that. However, I… actually like it.
[ She reaches to rearrange a few strands as he grins up at her, ridding him of a few more clippings that were still clinging on and silently lamenting how many of them have gotten onto his black turtleneck.
Also being low key embarrassed that she had taken off more of his hair than she had meant to. Not that it looks bad, it’s easily recognisabe as the same style as before. It’s just different - shorter. ]
I am sorry for that. However, I… actually like it.
Some drink a new shop was carrying. It's tea and milk and some other stuff.
[Tapioca? Jellies? He doesn't hate it, but it sure is weird slurping up little chewy things. Thankfully he does take the hint and sets his own on the coaster offered. Mitsuru has her hellcat, and he assumes that it will be best not to give the demon a reason to wake up.
He lifts an eyebrow at her ignorance to the topic, as though trying to decide if it's feigned or not. Probably not, knowing Mitsuru.]
Guess it is hilarious, coming from me... [But hey-- someone can absolutely hate talking about themselves and still be invested in their friends, right?]
Your line about 'not recognizing certain feelings' came off like you were thinking hard about it. So I swung by to ask what's up.
[Tapioca? Jellies? He doesn't hate it, but it sure is weird slurping up little chewy things. Thankfully he does take the hint and sets his own on the coaster offered. Mitsuru has her hellcat, and he assumes that it will be best not to give the demon a reason to wake up.
He lifts an eyebrow at her ignorance to the topic, as though trying to decide if it's feigned or not. Probably not, knowing Mitsuru.]
Guess it is hilarious, coming from me... [But hey-- someone can absolutely hate talking about themselves and still be invested in their friends, right?]
Your line about 'not recognizing certain feelings' came off like you were thinking hard about it. So I swung by to ask what's up.
[ Well the mention of "tea" makes it infinitely more appealing given how much she drinks of that stuff. Once done nibbling her cookie, she cautiously takes a sip through the straw- ]
The taste is quite pleasant. [ The chewy bubble bits are a tad jarring but still, he'd remembered her taste for sweet fruit flavoured things and this is certainly that. ]
A little, yes. But you always did look out for people in your own way...
[ Calling you out, Aragaki.
Although that comment about "recognising feelings" would almost have her choking on one of those tapioca bubbles if she were the easily startled sort. The surprise and slight discomfort that comes with the realisation that he really is going to pick at what she thought had been a fairly offhanded comment does briefly register on her face for a moment. So they really are going to talk about this? ]
Nothing is "up" per say. It's just a natural thing to be mildly curious about, is it not?... If you've never felt that way about someone before then how are you supposed to recognise it when it happens? Or when it could happen?
[ She pauses to take another sip of that sugary concoction, supremely glad of that distraction for a moment. ]
Not that I've ever had time for it anyway.
The taste is quite pleasant. [ The chewy bubble bits are a tad jarring but still, he'd remembered her taste for sweet fruit flavoured things and this is certainly that. ]
A little, yes. But you always did look out for people in your own way...
[ Calling you out, Aragaki.
Although that comment about "recognising feelings" would almost have her choking on one of those tapioca bubbles if she were the easily startled sort. The surprise and slight discomfort that comes with the realisation that he really is going to pick at what she thought had been a fairly offhanded comment does briefly register on her face for a moment. So they really are going to talk about this? ]
Nothing is "up" per say. It's just a natural thing to be mildly curious about, is it not?... If you've never felt that way about someone before then how are you supposed to recognise it when it happens? Or when it could happen?
[ She pauses to take another sip of that sugary concoction, supremely glad of that distraction for a moment. ]
Not that I've ever had time for it anyway.
[ but that would involve taking his shirt off and that can't happen!
almost as though he read her mind, vash looks down at all the scattered hair down his shirt and lets out a little laugh - strange how it seems so much more when it's cut then when it was attached to his head, right? ] Don't worry about it - I can clean this up easily!
[ after she has left, of course - so mitsuru might just need to be careful about where she's stepping if she doesn't want to take some home. ]
As long as you like it, I like it too!
almost as though he read her mind, vash looks down at all the scattered hair down his shirt and lets out a little laugh - strange how it seems so much more when it's cut then when it was attached to his head, right? ] Don't worry about it - I can clean this up easily!
[ after she has left, of course - so mitsuru might just need to be careful about where she's stepping if she doesn't want to take some home. ]
As long as you like it, I like it too!
I didn’t realise my opinion on your appearance mattered that much to you.
[ She’s teasing him, clearly. Again. Reinforced by the amused smile on her face and the way her fingers brush through his hair one final time to both rid him of any further loose strands and to assess her handiwork once more. ]
You aren’t obligated to like it just because I do.
[ She’s teasing him, clearly. Again. Reinforced by the amused smile on her face and the way her fingers brush through his hair one final time to both rid him of any further loose strands and to assess her handiwork once more. ]
You aren’t obligated to like it just because I do.
Hahaha ...
[ the touch to his hair is nice. unassuming, because she's more concerned with checking over her work than any other ulterior motives ... he's had plenty of people go for the neck and head, sorry! but nevertheless, this reminds him of when rem used to cut their hair - she liked them to look neat - so he finds himself relaxing just a fraction further, closing his eyes with a faint smile. ]
I'm not. I'm glad you're happy with your work.
Thank you.
[ the touch to his hair is nice. unassuming, because she's more concerned with checking over her work than any other ulterior motives ... he's had plenty of people go for the neck and head, sorry! but nevertheless, this reminds him of when rem used to cut their hair - she liked them to look neat - so he finds himself relaxing just a fraction further, closing his eyes with a faint smile. ]
I'm not. I'm glad you're happy with your work.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
[ Again, she notes how different it is to see him actually looking relaxed... or some way close to it at at least. It's... nice. She's way past done needing to remove any more stray hairs yet she feels a pull to keep doing what she's doing, perhaps let him relax even further and keep his eyes closed like that.
You know, if that wouldn't be odd. She slowly removes her hand, almost giving away that slight reluctance to do so. ]
...I think we're all done here. [ A pause and she smiles. ] Don't fall asleep. I'm not catching you when you fall off that chair.
[ Again, she notes how different it is to see him actually looking relaxed... or some way close to it at at least. It's... nice. She's way past done needing to remove any more stray hairs yet she feels a pull to keep doing what she's doing, perhaps let him relax even further and keep his eyes closed like that.
You know, if that wouldn't be odd. She slowly removes her hand, almost giving away that slight reluctance to do so. ]
...I think we're all done here. [ A pause and she smiles. ] Don't fall asleep. I'm not catching you when you fall off that chair.
Hello Mitsuru :-)
Eleanor has been very good, she's eaten and is taking a nap now!
[ have a cute pic of her spread out on her fancy cushion (because of course he doesn't have anything like that just sitting around casually here) on the bed. ]
The door will be unlocked, so feel free to come by anytime this afternoon when you're done. Please don't feel like you need to hurry, we're both good here. :-)
Eleanor has been very good, she's eaten and is taking a nap now!
[ have a cute pic of her spread out on her fancy cushion (because of course he doesn't have anything like that just sitting around casually here) on the bed. ]
The door will be unlocked, so feel free to come by anytime this afternoon when you're done. Please don't feel like you need to hurry, we're both good here. :-)
Hi.
I'm so glad. She certainly looks very comfortable.
[ LOOK AT HER BABY GIRL!!! ]
Very well, I won't hurry then. She seems more than happy enough with you.
I got you something as a thank you, which you will accept and not argue with me about it. It's only something edible anyway.
I'm so glad. She certainly looks very comfortable.
[ LOOK AT HER BABY GIRL!!! ]
Very well, I won't hurry then. She seems more than happy enough with you.
I got you something as a thank you, which you will accept and not argue with me about it. It's only something edible anyway.
I can't really help with your work, so this is what I can do! :-)
[ oh worm??? ]
If you don't want me to argue, then maybe you shouldn't get me things ... hahaha.
But. Thank you. I'm looking forward to eating it!
[ he'd eat most anything, probably. can't be picky about it when you deal with scarcity right? ]
[ oh worm??? ]
If you don't want me to argue, then maybe you shouldn't get me things ... hahaha.
But. Thank you. I'm looking forward to eating it!
[ he'd eat most anything, probably. can't be picky about it when you deal with scarcity right? ]
It doesn’t matter - I’ll win the argument and you’ll eventually accept the gift regardless.
Good. It’s not any type of worm by the way.
I’ll see you soon.
[ It will take her at least another hour or so to wrap up all the accounts and other paperwork she needed to do. The much less fun part that goes into running a business…
When she does arrive, she’ll go ahead let herself in. That is exactly what he told her to do after all… No knocking required. She’s also holding a small box of something as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. ]
Good. It’s not any type of worm by the way.
I’ll see you soon.
[ It will take her at least another hour or so to wrap up all the accounts and other paperwork she needed to do. The much less fun part that goes into running a business…
When she does arrive, she’ll go ahead let herself in. That is exactly what he told her to do after all… No knocking required. She’s also holding a small box of something as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. ]
[ when she takes her hand away there's a slight pang - he recognises it for what it is, a now-familiar sense of longing, but something that he's learned to try and ignore by now.
you're just using them to stave off your loneliness, his brother had said - one of many variations of such while the ruins of the town fell all around them. vash can't help but to remember those words as he opens his eyes again, the blue eyes catching the overhead light brightly before he drops his head, ducking it down with an awkward smile as if he can't help but to instinctively hide the inhuman markings that would stand out on the surface of his iris and sclera.
he isn't using them. he isn't.
(ignoring the fact that he did ask for her help, after all.) ]
Haha, I won't fall off. Sorry ...
you're just using them to stave off your loneliness, his brother had said - one of many variations of such while the ruins of the town fell all around them. vash can't help but to remember those words as he opens his eyes again, the blue eyes catching the overhead light brightly before he drops his head, ducking it down with an awkward smile as if he can't help but to instinctively hide the inhuman markings that would stand out on the surface of his iris and sclera.
he isn't using them. he isn't.
(ignoring the fact that he did ask for her help, after all.) ]
Haha, I won't fall off. Sorry ...
See you soon!!!!! :-)
[ ending the text with too many exclamation marks and emojis ....
but in any case, soon could be anything from a few minutes to a few hours - and vash has a very good idea that it might be more latter than former, considering the amount of work mitsuru likes to take on daily. not that he has any good idea of that exactly, but she seems like the type to be, no? especially with shinjiro's sudden absence it appears that mitsuru is doing all her best to busy herself with distractions.
with that, vash has a sudden idea; maybe he could make something for mitsuru to take home when she comes to pick up eleanor??? if she's this busy enough to need a pet sitter for the day, it's unlikely that mitsuru has eaten properly today - so perhaps something easy to eat ... soup, perhaps. it's not like he has a lot of cooking ingredients laying around but that's easy enough to make, and there's still half a loaf of bread he's bought. that sounds pretty good, right? he immediately gets to work - vash is, after all, a stubborn type who gets an idea into their head and can't leave off until it's done. a good thing that he's tried to make more of an effort into trying cooking, because it's done in a surprisingly short amount of time (or so he thinks), and vash steps away from the pot to look around for a container; he's pretty sure there is a thermos somewhere ...
so far, so good. except vash's usual run of bad luck really takes effect here. the thermos top slips out of his hand as he attempts to unscrew it, and falls right into the pot of soup to splash it all down the front of his shirt. hot, hot, hot!!
letting out a small sound of annoyance vash steps back away from the stove, taking off the sopping, dirty turtleneck and throwing it down on the mess on the floor just in case eleanor decides to come out of the bedroom to investigate all the clattering noise of stuff falling. sorry, he can't hear the door!!!!! ]
[ ending the text with too many exclamation marks and emojis ....
but in any case, soon could be anything from a few minutes to a few hours - and vash has a very good idea that it might be more latter than former, considering the amount of work mitsuru likes to take on daily. not that he has any good idea of that exactly, but she seems like the type to be, no? especially with shinjiro's sudden absence it appears that mitsuru is doing all her best to busy herself with distractions.
with that, vash has a sudden idea; maybe he could make something for mitsuru to take home when she comes to pick up eleanor??? if she's this busy enough to need a pet sitter for the day, it's unlikely that mitsuru has eaten properly today - so perhaps something easy to eat ... soup, perhaps. it's not like he has a lot of cooking ingredients laying around but that's easy enough to make, and there's still half a loaf of bread he's bought. that sounds pretty good, right? he immediately gets to work - vash is, after all, a stubborn type who gets an idea into their head and can't leave off until it's done. a good thing that he's tried to make more of an effort into trying cooking, because it's done in a surprisingly short amount of time (or so he thinks), and vash steps away from the pot to look around for a container; he's pretty sure there is a thermos somewhere ...
so far, so good. except vash's usual run of bad luck really takes effect here. the thermos top slips out of his hand as he attempts to unscrew it, and falls right into the pot of soup to splash it all down the front of his shirt. hot, hot, hot!!
letting out a small sound of annoyance vash steps back away from the stove, taking off the sopping, dirty turtleneck and throwing it down on the mess on the floor just in case eleanor decides to come out of the bedroom to investigate all the clattering noise of stuff falling. sorry, he can't hear the door!!!!! ]
Edited 2024-10-14 04:10 (UTC)
You don’t need to apologise.
[ What is he even apologising to her for? Mitsuru hesitates a moment, as if debating as to whether she should go on before doing so, ]
…It’s nice. To see you more calm.
[ What is he even apologising to her for? Mitsuru hesitates a moment, as if debating as to whether she should go on before doing so, ]
…It’s nice. To see you more calm.
[ It’s a slightly chaotic scene that greets Mitsuru as she steps inside. Not that this in itself is entirely surprising given it is Vash who lives here but still…
The first thing that hits her before she even looks in the direction of him in the kitchen is the scent of something cooking. Clearly he’s been busy making something, further confirmed by the sight of what appears to be a spillage on the floor, along with a discarded item of clothing covered in the same substance. Soup by the looks of things.
It’s a black turtleneck she realises. Vash’s black turtleneck.
The redhead therefore already has a strong suspicion of what she’s about to see but it still doesn’t prepare her for the details of it. Broad shoulders, muscle and most notable of all, scars- He’s a patchwork of them and while she can only see him from this angle it’s not hard to tell that they must cover almost the entirety of his body.
It’s difficult to know what to do but she knows she can’t just stand there staring and saying nothing at all. Although the fact that she almost drops the box of donuts she’s carrying might have already alerted him to her presence. ]
…Um, Vash?
[ She doesn’t know why she suddenly feels strangely shy. ]
The first thing that hits her before she even looks in the direction of him in the kitchen is the scent of something cooking. Clearly he’s been busy making something, further confirmed by the sight of what appears to be a spillage on the floor, along with a discarded item of clothing covered in the same substance. Soup by the looks of things.
It’s a black turtleneck she realises. Vash’s black turtleneck.
The redhead therefore already has a strong suspicion of what she’s about to see but it still doesn’t prepare her for the details of it. Broad shoulders, muscle and most notable of all, scars- He’s a patchwork of them and while she can only see him from this angle it’s not hard to tell that they must cover almost the entirety of his body.
It’s difficult to know what to do but she knows she can’t just stand there staring and saying nothing at all. Although the fact that she almost drops the box of donuts she’s carrying might have already alerted him to her presence. ]
…Um, Vash?
[ She doesn’t know why she suddenly feels strangely shy. ]
[It has been about a week or so since the whole ordeal with the AI and reset and what not when Mitsuru receives a surprise visitor to the Casino! Because, suddenly there is a white boar walking around the halls with a handwritten letter in its mouth, addressed to Mitsuru Kirijo.]
To the most honored lady, Mitsuru Kirijo.
I hope that this letter finds you well and that you have managed to recover from our harrowing travels to the desert. It would appear that our struggles and efforts were not in vain as the peace has once again fallen upon our world. I must admit, that your performance of courage and grace that I saw that day left me impressed and delighted. I find myself visiting that memory of you wielding your sword again and again. You truly are a proper lady, your shine shadowing many of the daughters of nobility I have encountered in my life.
There has, in fact, been certain things bothering me and I believe you would just be the right person to help me with my trouble. If you will it, I would request an audience with you, my lady Kirijo.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester.
To the most honored lady, Mitsuru Kirijo.
I hope that this letter finds you well and that you have managed to recover from our harrowing travels to the desert. It would appear that our struggles and efforts were not in vain as the peace has once again fallen upon our world. I must admit, that your performance of courage and grace that I saw that day left me impressed and delighted. I find myself visiting that memory of you wielding your sword again and again. You truly are a proper lady, your shine shadowing many of the daughters of nobility I have encountered in my life.
There has, in fact, been certain things bothering me and I believe you would just be the right person to help me with my trouble. If you will it, I would request an audience with you, my lady Kirijo.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of Gloucester.
Oh, I see.
...Well, I'd be happy to do it again for you if you wish.
[
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... ]
The hair cutting I mean. Of course. If you need assistance again at a later date.
[ Right, okay. Let's start packing those clippers and scissors away again. That sounds like a really good idea right about now. ]
...Well, I'd be happy to do it again for you if you wish.
[
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... ]
The hair cutting I mean. Of course. If you need assistance again at a later date.
[ Right, okay. Let's start packing those clippers and scissors away again. That sounds like a really good idea right about now. ]
[ it seems that way, right? with everything somehow always going on in a chaotic mess around him - whether it's because of him or indirectly caused by him without intention. but even so, his place doesn't have enough things within it to be considered messy even on the best of days ... it can't be messy if there is hardly anything to mess up. so anything like this would be noticed immediately by anyone walking in, even if it is nothing more than innocuous piece of clothing on the ground. and especially to someone observant like mitsuru, of course.
if vash's back is a mess of scars, bolts, and burns, the front is not much better when he whirls around, eyes wide behind the skewed glasses over his nose. wire cords run under his skin. his other elbow, the one not made up of glass-green metal, has a metal plate securing the joint in place. there is a terrible scar that runs along the side of his stomach, pale with age but knobby like old roots of trees.
all of this she might not even get a proper glance of, even, because after a second of absolute shock-stillness he squawks like a distressed farm bird and dives through the open doorway (thankfully) beside the kitchen.
from beyond, eleanor yowls in a displeased way at all the ruckus. ]
Sorry! I'm sorry!!!
if vash's back is a mess of scars, bolts, and burns, the front is not much better when he whirls around, eyes wide behind the skewed glasses over his nose. wire cords run under his skin. his other elbow, the one not made up of glass-green metal, has a metal plate securing the joint in place. there is a terrible scar that runs along the side of his stomach, pale with age but knobby like old roots of trees.
all of this she might not even get a proper glance of, even, because after a second of absolute shock-stillness he squawks like a distressed farm bird and dives through the open doorway (thankfully) beside the kitchen.
from beyond, eleanor yowls in a displeased way at all the ruckus. ]
Sorry! I'm sorry!!!
[ She has the good sense in a "crisis" as usual to immediately move forward to turn his stove off before she does or says anything else. The soup boiling over and causing even more of a mess wouldn't exactly help matters. Perhaps it's seeing him reacting in such a way, being so skittish that has her immediately forgetting to be shy and plugging into her usual measured, calm mindset. ]
It's my fault. I still should have knocked.
[ Regardless of what he'd told her, a person should always knock just in case. She's not sure why she had forgotten her manners to such a degree - perhaps because she tended to let her guard down around him that way.
He'd dived for the door and honestly, she finds it pretty obvious as to why. He hadn't given her long enough to scan him the entirety of his torso but plenty long enough to see the extent of the scars, the burns, the metal parts that almost seem to be holding him together in places... It's a lot. A lot to take in for anyone, to see the extent he must have been damaged over so long an existence that he's had.
Yet she doesn't see anything shameful in that.
She doesn't follow him through the doorway when she turns away from the stove top, but she does speak to him, her tone as quiet as she can allow it to be with a doorway between them. ]
Vash? I apologise, for not knocking but- [ She hesitates, wondering briefly whether she should just go, whether that would be better but- ] You don't need to hide from me. You don't need to apologise either.
It's my fault. I still should have knocked.
[ Regardless of what he'd told her, a person should always knock just in case. She's not sure why she had forgotten her manners to such a degree - perhaps because she tended to let her guard down around him that way.
He'd dived for the door and honestly, she finds it pretty obvious as to why. He hadn't given her long enough to scan him the entirety of his torso but plenty long enough to see the extent of the scars, the burns, the metal parts that almost seem to be holding him together in places... It's a lot. A lot to take in for anyone, to see the extent he must have been damaged over so long an existence that he's had.
Yet she doesn't see anything shameful in that.
She doesn't follow him through the doorway when she turns away from the stove top, but she does speak to him, her tone as quiet as she can allow it to be with a doorway between them. ]
Vash? I apologise, for not knocking but- [ She hesitates, wondering briefly whether she should just go, whether that would be better but- ] You don't need to hide from me. You don't need to apologise either.
[ is he apologising at the cat, or at mitsuru? probably both, as he ignores eleanor's yelling for now to dig through his closet for another shirt, grabbing one at random to shove it over his head. the soup isn't burnt, thankfully, but it was definitely about to boil over and make even more of a mess when mitsuru turns it off while vash is busy in the other room.
it is not long, before there's a sound of shuffling footsteps behind her ... and vash appears, still sheepish and cringing, shoulders hunched forward as though with enough effort he could scrunch himself up into a little, insignificant ball of nothing. it's not his usual turtleneck, but at least the tshirt covers worst of the scars which are over his torso, and the sleeves are long enough to cover his elbows if he doesn't raise his arms too high. ]
You don't need to apologise! I'm, um ...
[ his eyes dart to the floor and up to her, before dropping down again, guiltily. embarrassed, but in a way that's more ashamed than anything else. despite all that, his brows furrowed, he still tries to laugh anyway. ]
It's my fault, for not hearing the door, so. You don't need to. I'm sorry.
it is not long, before there's a sound of shuffling footsteps behind her ... and vash appears, still sheepish and cringing, shoulders hunched forward as though with enough effort he could scrunch himself up into a little, insignificant ball of nothing. it's not his usual turtleneck, but at least the tshirt covers worst of the scars which are over his torso, and the sleeves are long enough to cover his elbows if he doesn't raise his arms too high. ]
You don't need to apologise! I'm, um ...
[ his eyes dart to the floor and up to her, before dropping down again, guiltily. embarrassed, but in a way that's more ashamed than anything else. despite all that, his brows furrowed, he still tries to laugh anyway. ]
It's my fault, for not hearing the door, so. You don't need to. I'm sorry.
[ To say that Mitsuru wasn't expecting to come across a white boar roaming the halls is an understatement. Although when she discovers that it's not in fact about to attack any of her patrons and is carrying a letter from Richard - well, that almost seems too on the nose. A white boar. He actually has his heraldic symbol as a pet and delivering letters for him. It's almost comical.
Of course the done thing here is to send a letter back with said boar first - after she had offered the creature something to eat before his trot back home. Hopefully he likes fancy vol-au-vents - pork free ones of course. Provided he tucks into those nicely, she'll use that time to write her reply, on her own stationary of course.
God his letter is so... Well, she can definitely tell what time period he comes from with such grand language and florid description. Hers will read as follows: ]
Of course the done thing here is to send a letter back with said boar first - after she had offered the creature something to eat before his trot back home. Hopefully he likes fancy vol-au-vents - pork free ones of course. Provided he tucks into those nicely, she'll use that time to write her reply, on her own stationary of course.
God his letter is so... Well, she can definitely tell what time period he comes from with such grand language and florid description. Hers will read as follows: ]
Your Grace,
Mitsuru Kirijo
Thank you for your kind words. I am flattered.Yours sincerely,
I think it is a relief to us all that peace has returned, although I find that one must always question for how long that will be in this place.
I would be happy to discuss whatever it is that troubles you. You are already familiar with my establishment and I have a private office there that I work out of if that would suit. Please do not hesitate to stop by at a time of your choosing this afternoon.
Mitsuru Kirijo
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