[ oop they're just all broken men, playing like broken records. He takes the dainty hand and lifts himself up. Even though Vash is pretty heavy, he makes sure to carry his own weight.
D might also notice that this hand in particular doesn't feel... Flesh. ]
Thanks, D. [ He pats himself off. ] No Man's Land was always a desert planet. The native species there thrive, just humans don't. There is some vegetation, but they're made by Plants.
They can keep holding hands, though this hand is devoid of warmth. The palm is... Covered, gloved. No lewd bare palms here. With a matching connector around his wrist, piecing it to the longer piece that covers his whole forearm up to the middle of his bicep. It's form-fitted, wrapped tightly with a number of belts. ]
That's right! [ His eyes are round like an owl's. ] Wow. How much have they told you?
[Listen, I don't know. Contractual agreements when you take the D name.
He is looking at this hand, knowing it is the most not fleshy and normal hand he's ever not seen in his life. Unfortunately, he keeps holding it because of touch week.
Don't think you can give him OWL eyes and expect him to feel sorry for you.]
That there isn't any vegetation really. That the land is harsh and dry, a desert, and that people left an old world for it.
[He...... holds the flesh hand? He did not have any issue with the not fleshy hand, but only because Vash is not devoid of flesh. "There's only thing worse than a human." [removes paper, ROBOT HUMAN] "A robot."]
So they were already there?
[WOW. He looks just slightly offended. FROWNS. He glances at their single tree, and when he does, his expression softens considerably. Disgusting. He looks at this tree so fondly, PLEASE HELP HIM.]
Those, trees. The whole world was once covered with them except for the most harsh environments. Everything was lush, the air was unspoiled. But now humans have destroyed much of them to make room for their cities and roads and towns, for themselves. Parks are their desperate attempt to preserve a crude outdoor museum for them to enjoy.
[ It's simple as that and it isn't a chide or a harsh correction. It's stated like a history fact. Vash listens and it's touching to listen to D show such respect and admiration to nature, but on the other hand... ]
[Listen... (sister mini voice) if not made of meat, you will get beat.
He makes a tiny bit of a face at this, like he thinks he's being patronized, that his feelings are being invalidated. Sadly for Vash, he does look a little hurt.]
[He is ASKING SHUT UPPP. I want to go back to giving you dumbass characters a bi gass instead of THIS.]
Searching for another beautiful world to destroy. How like humans to use up all they have without care and then run to do it somewhere else in a panic.
... They're doing something about it, considering earth is still habitable a hundred or so years later.
[ He doesn't say that with any defensive tone. He may sympathize, but he doesn't think he needs to defend them. D isn't going to suddenly start mass murder humans! Right?! RIGHT??? HAHA!! ]
... It must be rough since you run a pet shop, right? What people do doesn't just affect them, it affects the innocent critters they share the space with.
[ Vash's voice is significantly less clown, instead soft and gentle.
With a little tug, they can come closer to the tree. ]
Don’t just validate him like this only to turn around later and show you’re a human sympathizer. Tch…
He is uncertain at first, and T-chan gives a kind of warning growl, but touch week keeps D from resisting. He follows Vash toward the tree, T-chan in tow.]
I ran my grandfather’s pet shop while he was away, and we filled it with the lost and unwanted or endangered.
No, not really. They are treated with respect, and once they are with their new owner, they will know how best to behave. Their owner has signed a contract stating they understand the guidelines for keeping them. Should the contract be broken, the shop is not liable for whatever may happen, and the pet is returned to me.
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Wow, okay.]
I see you really do know Mr. Wolfwood. And Mr. Livio, too.
[How many times has he heard this AWFUL fucking phrase said to him.]
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... They said the same thing, huh.
[ He raises a hand, flexing his fingers. Help him up. ]
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Yes. It's so wonderful to hear about a planet sucked dry and left with nothing but arid deserts and no plants.
[He shifts T-chan under one of his arms, but pauses for the LONGEST time. Then offers Vash one demure, nailed hand.]
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D might also notice that this hand in particular doesn't feel... Flesh. ]
Thanks, D. [ He pats himself off. ] No Man's Land was always a desert planet. The native species there thrive, just humans don't. There is some vegetation, but they're made by Plants.
[ THIS MUST BE CONFUSING. ]
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He doesn’t let go of Vash’s hand…]
Plants are providing life for the humans who cannot thrive where they don’t belong.
[Actually.
He understands very well how this probably goes based on prejudices alone.
He pulls the arm closer and turns it over so he can look at the palm within his own.]
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They can keep holding hands, though this hand is devoid of warmth. The palm is... Covered, gloved. No lewd bare palms here. With a matching connector around his wrist, piecing it to the longer piece that covers his whole forearm up to the middle of his bicep. It's form-fitted, wrapped tightly with a number of belts. ]
That's right! [ His eyes are round like an owl's. ] Wow. How much have they told you?
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He is looking at this hand, knowing it is the most not fleshy and normal hand he's ever not seen in his life. Unfortunately, he keeps holding it because of touch week.
Don't think you can give him OWL eyes and expect him to feel sorry for you.]
That there isn't any vegetation really. That the land is harsh and dry, a desert, and that people left an old world for it.
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WHY WOULD YOU FEEL SORRY FOR HIM?? He's just :O because he has to remember Wolfwood and Livio probably told people stuff. ]
The last part is wrong, but for the most part that sums up No Man's Land. [ Nodding. ] ... Are parks usually like what you described?
[ Implying that D might be a little spoiled. ]
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So they were already there?
[WOW. He looks just slightly offended. FROWNS. He glances at their single tree, and when he does, his expression softens considerably. Disgusting. He looks at this tree so fondly, PLEASE HELP HIM.]
Those, trees. The whole world was once covered with them except for the most harsh environments. Everything was lush, the air was unspoiled. But now humans have destroyed much of them to make room for their cities and roads and towns, for themselves. Parks are their desperate attempt to preserve a crude outdoor museum for them to enjoy.
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It wasn't a choice.
[ It's simple as that and it isn't a chide or a harsh correction. It's stated like a history fact. Vash listens and it's touching to listen to D show such respect and admiration to nature, but on the other hand... ]
We sure have a lot of intense feelings here.
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He makes a tiny bit of a face at this, like he thinks he's being patronized, that his feelings are being invalidated. Sadly for Vash, he does look a little hurt.]
It isn't a lie. [Hmph.] You first.
[The feelings.]
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You're not wrong... Everything you said is right for my home, too. [ Which D already knows, but uh. His eyes widen again.
WHY DOES D KEEP DOING THIS TO HIM? PUTTING HIM ON THE SPOT? He points to himself. ]
Me first? For what?!
[ HE'S LOST ]
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You said it wasn't by choice.
[Explain what it means, broom head, he wants to know the human-planet lore because he's a weirdo.]
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They crashed.
[ YEAH? ]
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And? Are you always this difficult?
[HE IS ABOUT TO RATSHAKE VASH UPSIDE DOWN.]
They crashed what? A ship?
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[ HElpP Maybe they mentioned colony ships?! Maybe they didn't?! ]
Colony ships. When earth's resources were low, humans started searching the galaxy for new planets to inhabit in case things went wrong back at home?
[ or just colonize, honestly ]
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Searching for another beautiful world to destroy. How like humans to use up all they have without care and then run to do it somewhere else in a panic.
[Talks shit in front of the human sympathizer.]
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... They're doing something about it, considering earth is still habitable a hundred or so years later.
[ He doesn't say that with any defensive tone. He may sympathize, but he doesn't think he needs to defend them. D isn't going to suddenly start mass murder humans! Right?! RIGHT??? HAHA!! ]
You really don't like humans.
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Barely, I assume.
[Unfortunately, his tone is slightly defensive and embittered, not unlike a patch of road rash being rub by clothes. Something painful.
He frowns and turns his head away, in the direction of the tree even if he's not really intending to look at it.]
I dislike them. I dislike what they're doing to the world without care for anything else living on it.
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[ Vash's voice is significantly less clown, instead soft and gentle.
With a little tug, they can come closer to the tree. ]
Did you do anything about it when you were alive?
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[Wow, what a question.
Don’t just validate him like this only to turn around later and show you’re a human sympathizer. Tch…
He is uncertain at first, and T-chan gives a kind of warning growl, but touch week keeps D from resisting. He follows Vash toward the tree, T-chan in tow.]
I ran my grandfather’s pet shop while he was away, and we filled it with the lost and unwanted or endangered.
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He places a hand on the tree and looks up to the branches. LOOKING GOOD? MAYBE? SOMEONE BETTER WATER THIS AFTERLIFE TREE. ]
That sounds like a really nice shop. Here I thought it was a place where you kept dogs and cats to be adopted...
[ He barely has seen housepets in his life. ]
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His own defensive expression softens as he lifts his eyes up through the tree as well.]
We have dogs and cats. We have any pet you may desire. Big and small, domesticated and wild.
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The desire part does remind him that it is a shop. ]
Doesn't it put you in a weird spot to be selling them?
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No, not really. They are treated with respect, and once they are with their new owner, they will know how best to behave. Their owner has signed a contract stating they understand the guidelines for keeping them. Should the contract be broken, the shop is not liable for whatever may happen, and the pet is returned to me.
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