[ 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.
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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.