[ He's not sure what he's doing. If someone were to ask him what exactly his plan is, all Vash could do would be to shrug. He doesn't know. A year or two ago, he wouldn't be here, hiking up the hill through the grass with a box and a couple of fishing poles tossed over his shoulder. He wouldn't even consider it. In fact, there's some part of his train of thought that is yelling at him, screaming to turn around and leave well enough alone. But he doesn't, he keeps putting one foot in front of the other, and eventually he catches sight of blonde hair or a scraggly hoodie.
He exhales a breath and wills away the way the hair stands up on the back of his neck, then breathes in through his nose. He's not sure when Knives will notice his approach, but regardless he doesn't let it stop him. When he's practically standing next to him he drops the tacklebox down next to his feet. ]
Let's go fishing.
[ No explanation, no elaboration, just... let's go. Just the two of them. ]
I'm back again
He exhales a breath and wills away the way the hair stands up on the back of his neck, then breathes in through his nose. He's not sure when Knives will notice his approach, but regardless he doesn't let it stop him. When he's practically standing next to him he drops the tacklebox down next to his feet. ]
Let's go fishing.
[ No explanation, no elaboration, just... let's go. Just the two of them. ]