[ True to her word she'll be over to his place in about half an hour or so, armed with proper hair cutting sheers, electric clippers and... a little cactus. In a little pot.
Which she will promptly hold out to him the moment she answers her knock at his door. ]
anyway, vash tries to tidy up a little bit - not that there is much to actually tidy up, to be honest, but at least he ties his hair back with a random rubber band he finds (rip figuratively and literally) and makes himself a bit more presentable, as a whole. with his hair longer like this, the dark streaks in his normally cropped undercut is more apparent. ]
Coming!
[ clattering to the door to open it when she knocks, vash blinks in surprise at the prickly plant being held out to him. ]
[ She was prepared for it by the photo he had sent but it still takes her back a bit to see him with his hair like this. Only momentarily though. That surprised expression on his face is... amusing. ]
It's a cactus. Do you not have them in the desert where you're from?
[ he is at least not self conscious about the hair right now, as caught up in curiosity about the cactus as is - it flowers? how do you do that? is there a book he could read up on, so he doesn't keep bothering mitsuru???
that is, until he jerks back to reality with a stricken expression. he can't believe he completely forgot why she was here in the first place? ]
[ It sounds more and more barren every time he talks about it... ]
Right, I remember. The worms.
And you're welcome.
[ If he were to bother Mitsuru about the cactus then she would have to admit that she's almost as clueless about tending to the thing as he is... She just hoped it might brighten up his place a little. Which, as she steps inside and looks around a moment, she can confirm is as blank a canvas as it was when she and Shinjiro stayed there briefly. ]
...You really don't like leaving a mark do you?
[ Does that have anything to do with the fact he has a wanted poster she wonders? Seems likely.
Before he can start mentally and probably physically flailing around at that remark she gestures to a nearby windowsill. ]
Perhaps put the cactus there? They like lots of sunlight.
[ her decisive tone helps, really; before he could properly register her remark, or the fact that she's even noticed the bare state of his place, vash finds himself automatically cradling the plant in its pot and padding over to the sunny spot on the window, carefully balancing it on the sill.
and yeah, his place is ... like this. apart from the framed photo on the table off to one side of the small kitchen, there's hardly any personal effects sitting around ... not including the new plant, of course. it seems that even after months of staying here, he's not completely used to the idea of being stationary; always expecting to be off somewhere else.
[ Really. She did just dump a teeny tiny responsibility on him to look after but hey, it makes the room look a little less empty at least.
She's in the process of setting the shears and the clippers down, looking for a surface to put them on and spying the table in the kitchen which looks suitable... when she notices what looks to be a framed picture on it. That in itself is unusual, given how empty the rest of his space is in comparison. For it to be there it has to be important, right?
Mitsuru takes a few steps closer, peering down to look at the image contained with the frame, her brown eyes glimmering with recognition as she looks back at the present Vash. ]
...The boy on the left - is that you?
[ The boy on the right looks practically identical but there are subtle differences in their colouring she notices. That and the fact that the boy on the left has the same mole placement beneath the eye as Vash does, with the other being the mirror opposite. ]
[ there's some sounds of movement - rustling of bag and things - as mitsuru moves behind him and looks for a place to set up all the gears at, but he doesn't immediately turn to help her with it - even though she said it's sharp and spikey, he carefully prods at one of the spines with a finger, starting when it, in fact, does hurt. for such a tiny thing, it's stronger than it looks, huh? ]
Sorry--- what?
[ he's still smiling when he turns around to catch mitsuru staring at the photo - still smiling, but it is a fraction off, a little awkward - maybe embarrassed at being caught out with a childhood photo? or maybe it's something more. ]
She can’t tell exactly what that smile means, can’t entirely put into words why it seems a little off… Never the less she’s… pleased to learn something new about him. Something at all.
Her gaze moves across each of the boys in turn before settling on the dark haired woman in the photograph. ]
but really, this is the first real bit of information that vash will readily divulge ... he is a twin, still connected by the doubling echo of heartbeats that aren't his own; its comforting these days, more often than not. ]
Ah ... yeah.
[ a bit of a noncommittal answer, maybe, but vash leaves fiddling with the cactus for now and heads into the kitchen, pulling down a mug - two mugs - and fussing around for some tea or coffee that he must have stashed around there from the last time he had played host. that is probably about the time mitsuru and shinji stayed with him.
this makes it easier, it means that his back is turned, at least partially so. ]
Twin, actually! [ at least his voice sounds cheery enough? ]
That's Rem - she looked after us.
[ the wording is a little odd, maybe, despite the clear affection and tenderness in his voice at her name. ]
[ Well, she wasn’t going to mention those haircuts right away…
She doesn’t exactly fail to notice the way he seems to be using the fact that his back is turned to his advantage here. But he’s talking and that’s something…
And Mitsuru can’t help but smile at the “twin” thing - because it’s already more than apparent without Vash offering that information. ]
I never would have guessed that by looking at the two of you.
[ Her tone is only lightly teasing, turning her attention back to the woman in the photograph for a moment. It certainly is odd, the way he words it. If she were to guess the relationship point blank she would have said that this woman appeared to be a mother to them both. But then Vash clearly isn’t human so perhaps whatever he happens to be doesn’t require a parent- and yet he has a sibling…
He might have given her information but honestly, she feels as though she has even more questions now than when she started… ]
[ to be honest, he doesn't remember when the photo was taken exactly - rem had taken so many photos of them both, and videos too - so much so that she'd complained that her data pack was already full. it's hard to know the precise moment, but it's the only photo he has of her now. everything else was ...
she looks proud of you both. will she still be proud, knowing what they'd done? what he'd done? she wouldn't be proud of me. she'd be horrified, knowing what i'd done. what i let nai do.
he tries to laugh, he really does, but his throat feels scratchy and odd that all that comes out is a little wheeze of breath. ] Uh, I hope so! Hahaha ...
[ his hands, he notices, have stopped fiddling with the can of tea (or was it coffee? he can't remember) and with a quick jerk of his shoulders vash sets himself going again. doing a mundane task like this - boiling water, measuring out spoonfuls of tea (so his guess was half right) into the mugs, it kind of helps a little. even a little is good. ]
It's - uh - Sorry, I didn't ask if you wanted tea, but um - I'm making some now?
[ This, perhaps more than anything else that he might have seemed to want to avoid talking about in the past, seems like a delicate topic. If that odd forced laugh that sounds more like a wheeze from him is anything to go by. Then there's that distinct jerk of his shoulders before he offers her a drink, almost like a conscious effort to shake something off... ]
I'll never decline tea, thank you.
[ It's true. That's one of her particular habits.
Mitsuru observes his back as he busies himself with the tea making, while she commandeers one of his chairs and places it in the middle of the kitchen floor. It will be easier to sweep up all the hair afterwards than in the lounge area she figures.
She isn't sure what has her taking a few steps closer to his side, has her reaching out to briefly touch his arm, the real one, rather than the prosthetic. Regardless, she does, just for a moment. Before returning to her position to busy herself with removing the sheers and the other equipment from the bag she'd brought with her. ]
...Sit down whenever you're ready. I'm afraid I can't promise you that it's going to look exactly like it did before.
[ for someone as jittery and easily startled as vash, the touch to his arm should warrant one of his usual reactions - even if it's nothing more than just a light brush of fingers. instead, it's a barely there pause - almost not even daring to breathe, at least not until mitsuru is moving away again and the sound of chair being moved and equipment being set down on the table breaks him out again. ]
Uh, here you go ...
[ almost jerkily, he puts down the mugs on the corner of the table, out of the way of the shears and scissors - one nearer to her, handle turned in her direction. ]
As long as it's shorter, that's all I can ask for - It's just a little ... annoying? To have it this long, I suppose?
“Nice?” [ She can’t help but laugh at that, quiet but genuine. She was joking but… really, Vash? ] Now really, you’ll make me blush if you give me anymore compliments like that.
[ She points to the chair. ]
I’ll spare you anymore squirming - sit down, will you?
Ahaha ... [ even to his ears it wasn't a great one, but at least she seems to find it amusing? ] I do mean it, you know!
[ clearly she takes good care of her hair??? it always looks nice????
at least, some of the awkward tension from the earlier conversation seems to bleed out of him as vash hesitantly laughs along with her, letting his head fall forward but hastily straightening up again as the new, longer hair falls into his face. ]
[ As that newly long blonde hair of his immediately tumbles into his face, she chuckles again, reaching for the scissors. ]
You look like a lion.
I'll give the majority of it the chop first before I attempt to get it back to how it was.
[ With that, she uses her hands to gently gather his hair back into what would be a ponytail shape. Although instead of tying it up she uses the scissors to begin cutting the bulk of it away. While she does so, she can't resist saying, ]
...Although you did look rather cute with that bowlcut back then.
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You certainly weren't joking were you?
Does this... happen often for you? Or is it another of these strange glitches I wonder?
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Would you like me to come over now?
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Really?
I mean, I could come over to you if that's easier!
[ really, long hair is the least of his weird quirks to worry about being seen ... ]
Sorry to ask you this ... I just don't really have any scissors around, so ...
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I can bring some with me. I think we have some clippers around too.
I'll be over shortly if that's alright?
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But take your time! I will just be here, not going anywhere!!!
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Which she will promptly hold out to him the moment she answers her knock at his door. ]
Here. Please don't stab yourself on the spines.
[ Because Vash... ]
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anyway, vash tries to tidy up a little bit - not that there is much to actually tidy up, to be honest, but at least he ties his hair back with a random rubber band he finds (rip figuratively and literally) and makes himself a bit more presentable, as a whole. with his hair longer like this, the dark streaks in his normally cropped undercut is more apparent. ]
Coming!
[ clattering to the door to open it when she knocks, vash blinks in surprise at the prickly plant being held out to him. ]
Um ... What is it?
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It's a cactus. Do you not have them in the desert where you're from?
I believe this one flowers if you keep it happy.
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[ he is at least not self conscious about the hair right now, as caught up in curiosity about the cactus as is - it flowers? how do you do that? is there a book he could read up on, so he doesn't keep bothering mitsuru???
that is, until he jerks back to reality with a stricken expression. he can't believe he completely forgot why she was here in the first place? ]
Uh, Sorry- Thanks for coming! Sorry! Come in!
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Right, I remember. The worms.
And you're welcome.
[ If he were to bother Mitsuru about the cactus then she would have to admit that she's almost as clueless about tending to the thing as he is... She just hoped it might brighten up his place a little. Which, as she steps inside and looks around a moment, she can confirm is as blank a canvas as it was when she and Shinjiro stayed there briefly. ]
...You really don't like leaving a mark do you?
[ Does that have anything to do with the fact he has a wanted poster she wonders? Seems likely.
Before he can start mentally and probably physically flailing around at that remark she gestures to a nearby windowsill. ]
Perhaps put the cactus there? They like lots of sunlight.
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and yeah, his place is ... like this. apart from the framed photo on the table off to one side of the small kitchen, there's hardly any personal effects sitting around ... not including the new plant, of course. it seems that even after months of staying here, he's not completely used to the idea of being stationary; always expecting to be off somewhere else.
at least it makes for a tidy place? ]
I'll look after it.
Thanks, Mitsuru!
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[ Really. She did just dump a teeny tiny responsibility on him to look after but hey, it makes the room look a little less empty at least.
She's in the process of setting the shears and the clippers down, looking for a surface to put them on and spying the table in the kitchen which looks suitable... when she notices what looks to be a framed picture on it. That in itself is unusual, given how empty the rest of his space is in comparison. For it to be there it has to be important, right?
Mitsuru takes a few steps closer, peering down to look at the image contained with the frame, her brown eyes glimmering with recognition as she looks back at the present Vash. ]
...The boy on the left - is that you?
[ The boy on the right looks practically identical but there are subtle differences in their colouring she notices. That and the fact that the boy on the left has the same mole placement beneath the eye as Vash does, with the other being the mirror opposite. ]
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Sorry--- what?
[ he's still smiling when he turns around to catch mitsuru staring at the photo - still smiling, but it is a fraction off, a little awkward - maybe embarrassed at being caught out with a childhood photo? or maybe it's something more. ]
Uh, yeah! That's me ... and Nai.
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[ A twin even. That’s news to her.
She can’t tell exactly what that smile means, can’t entirely put into words why it seems a little off… Never the less she’s… pleased to learn something new about him. Something at all.
Her gaze moves across each of the boys in turn before settling on the dark haired woman in the photograph. ]
And the woman, who is that?
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but really, this is the first real bit of information that vash will readily divulge ... he is a twin, still connected by the doubling echo of heartbeats that aren't his own; its comforting these days, more often than not. ]
Ah ... yeah.
[ a bit of a noncommittal answer, maybe, but vash leaves fiddling with the cactus for now and heads into the kitchen, pulling down a mug - two mugs - and fussing around for some tea or coffee that he must have stashed around there from the last time he had played host. that is probably about the time mitsuru and shinji stayed with him.
this makes it easier, it means that his back is turned, at least partially so. ]
Twin, actually! [ at least his voice sounds cheery enough? ]
That's Rem - she looked after us.
[ the wording is a little odd, maybe, despite the clear affection and tenderness in his voice at her name. ]
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She doesn’t exactly fail to notice the way he seems to be using the fact that his back is turned to his advantage here. But he’s talking and that’s something…
And Mitsuru can’t help but smile at the “twin” thing - because it’s already more than apparent without Vash offering that information. ]
I never would have guessed that by looking at the two of you.
[ Her tone is only lightly teasing, turning her attention back to the woman in the photograph for a moment. It certainly is odd, the way he words it. If she were to guess the relationship point blank she would have said that this woman appeared to be a mother to them both. But then Vash clearly isn’t human so perhaps whatever he happens to be doesn’t require a parent- and yet he has a sibling…
He might have given her information but honestly, she feels as though she has even more questions now than when she started… ]
…She looks very proud of you both.
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she looks proud of you both. will she still be proud, knowing what they'd done? what he'd done? she wouldn't be proud of me. she'd be horrified, knowing what i'd done. what i let nai do.
he tries to laugh, he really does, but his throat feels scratchy and odd that all that comes out is a little wheeze of breath. ] Uh, I hope so! Hahaha ...
[ his hands, he notices, have stopped fiddling with the can of tea (or was it coffee? he can't remember) and with a quick jerk of his shoulders vash sets himself going again. doing a mundane task like this - boiling water, measuring out spoonfuls of tea (so his guess was half right) into the mugs, it kind of helps a little. even a little is good. ]
It's - uh - Sorry, I didn't ask if you wanted tea, but um - I'm making some now?
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I'll never decline tea, thank you.
[ It's true. That's one of her particular habits.
Mitsuru observes his back as he busies himself with the tea making, while she commandeers one of his chairs and places it in the middle of the kitchen floor. It will be easier to sweep up all the hair afterwards than in the lounge area she figures.
She isn't sure what has her taking a few steps closer to his side, has her reaching out to briefly touch his arm, the real one, rather than the prosthetic. Regardless, she does, just for a moment. Before returning to her position to busy herself with removing the sheers and the other equipment from the bag she'd brought with her. ]
...Sit down whenever you're ready. I'm afraid I can't promise you that it's going to look exactly like it did before.
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Uh, here you go ...
[ almost jerkily, he puts down the mugs on the corner of the table, out of the way of the shears and scissors - one nearer to her, handle turned in her direction. ]
As long as it's shorter, that's all I can ask for - It's just a little ... annoying? To have it this long, I suppose?
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[ Mitsuru won't try and guess the quality of the contents of that mug - she'll drink it to be polite regardless.
She quirks an eyebrow as she stands by the chair, waiting for him to sit down. ]
Is there something wrong with long hair?
[ It's a clear tease from someone with hair visibly down to her waist. ]
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he glances between her expression and the mug, obviously trying to make the connection ... before his gaze falls to her hair.
oh. ]
Uh, that's not what I meant! Your hair is ... [ quick, think up something nice! ] ... Nice?
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[ She points to the chair. ]
I’ll spare you anymore squirming - sit down, will you?
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[ clearly she takes good care of her hair??? it always looks nice????
at least, some of the awkward tension from the earlier conversation seems to bleed out of him as vash hesitantly laughs along with her, letting his head fall forward but hastily straightening up again as the new, longer hair falls into his face. ]
Alright. I'm in your hands!
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[ As that newly long blonde hair of his immediately tumbles into his face, she chuckles again, reaching for the scissors. ]
You look like a lion.
I'll give the majority of it the chop first before I attempt to get it back to how it was.
[ With that, she uses her hands to gently gather his hair back into what would be a ponytail shape. Although instead of tying it up she uses the scissors to begin cutting the bulk of it away. While she does so, she can't resist saying, ]
...Although you did look rather cute with that bowlcut back then.
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