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Millions Knives ([personal profile] winparadise) wrote2025-05-06 01:40 am

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bountyfull: brokiloen (onehundredfiftyfour)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2025-06-09 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash doesn't react to the grip on his arm other than to make sure to try and hold them both steady as they march down the hill. He's concentrating on watching where his feet are landing -- his brother's too for that matter, so for a moment he's silent. It doesn't take over long before he's responding. ]

Dolph's way more practical than I am, but he still hears what I have to say. Maybe it's part of why we get along so well.

[ He's not so sure he agrees with calling it a cage, though he's understood why some might see it that way. Dolph's far from the only person who views this world that way. ]

We don't always see everything the same, and that's okay.
bountyfull: malagraphic (fiftyeight)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2025-07-13 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
He could always walk away. I wouldn't stop him because it would be his choice.

[ Regardless of how tense this conversation (or any conversation between the two of them) seems to be, Vash continues on until they actually FINALLY reach the docks. He picks a bench that is off to itself on one of the secondary piers, and he sits down, opening up the tacklebox he's been carrying to fiddle with the bits inside. ]

Do you want to give it a try or watch me first?
bountyfull: brokiloen (twohundredfortythree)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2025-07-13 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's probably best that they drop that particular line of conversation. It's already planted seeds of doubt in the back of Vash's mind, and is quickly wearing down his patience. The demand to teach his brother how to fish is much more palatable. ]

It's not difficult. [ He digs around for a minute and then pulls out a couple of hooks. ]

Tie this to your line on the fishing rod.

[ Once he's got the knot done on his own hook he pulls out the little jar of live bait. Worms (the normal kind) squirm around in the bottom of the jar, completely unaware. ]