THIS IS SO RUDE??? T-chan immediately gets disgruntled. He looks.... at D.... They have some kind of silent communication, and then T-chan looks back at Vash.]
He reflexively reaches over his shoulder with the same arm and grabs a fistful of Vash's collar. He ducks, bending his hips, shoving them directly back into Vash's waist and groin and using the leverage to toss Vash over his shoulder onto the ground.
He then drops himself on top of Vash with one elbow, T-chan in his arms and all.]
What have you done to T-chan?! He's a carnivore and only eats meat!
[ 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.
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At least they aren’t in McDonald’s with a haunted ice cream machine anymore. He refuses to suffer minimum wage fast food worker Vash Stampede.
Instead, they are at the playground which might be worse. T-chan is unfortunately with him.]
I thought by park, they had meant…
[No…]
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This is pretty neat!
[ Vash, who has never experienced a park, has very low standards, so he's quite enjoying the swings. ]
... Is this not what a park should be like?
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No. A park should be-- [A SIGH! Not at Vash, but at this hellscape of a place.] A wide area with grass, and ponds, and trees!
[Thinks about Vash's world and laughs.]
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THIS IS SO RUDE??? T-chan immediately gets disgruntled. He looks.... at D.... They have some kind of silent communication, and then T-chan looks back at Vash.]
... [SIGH.] That is T-chan.
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Hello, T-chan. I'm Vash the Stampede!
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And then he tries to bite Vash.]
He is a totetsu. A carnivorous relation to sheep and goats.
[Says this after T-chan tries to attack.]
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I'M NOT FOOD!
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And then suddenly drops Vash like a hot potato and backpedals, making gagging noises. THIS IS WHAT MAKES D REACT. He looks so worried!]
Oh, T-chan! What happened?!
[Gathering T-chan up...]
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I'm toxic, by the way.
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[DON'T COME UP BEHIND HIM SAYING THAT???
He reflexively reaches over his shoulder with the same arm and grabs a fistful of Vash's collar. He ducks, bending his hips, shoving them directly back into Vash's waist and groin and using the leverage to toss Vash over his shoulder onto the ground.
He then drops himself on top of Vash with one elbow, T-chan in his arms and all.]
What have you done to T-chan?! He's a carnivore and only eats meat!
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[ And yet Vash doesn't do anything while D just manhandles him like that. He basically allows himself to be ragdolled by a twink.
This has been very interesting in Vash's point of view, honestly. This is martial arts? He thinks to himself. ]
And I don't know what's wrong with him. I'm made of meat? Flesh?!
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T-chan thinks you taste very awful.
[T-chan hasn't even said anything. Both of them glare at Vash.]
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All a man does is exist and he gets stones casted his way...
[ Since it is touch week, he touches D's shoulder, I guess. That is his retaliation. ]
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The bad thing is T-chan growls protectively at Vash and flinches forward, but D is holding him, so it’s fine.]
You are the weirdest most frustrating man. Why would you joke about being toxic?
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[ Hang it on his warehouse wall. He just gives D some soft pats, hoping this shows T-chan he isn't here to harm??? HE IS A PACIFIST. ]
Because it's ridiculous...? You see that he's fine and kicking. I'm not going to hurt your owner, little guy.
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[T-chan agrees with a snort on Vash’s hand. D rolls himself gracefully into a stand, still keeping a hold of T-chan. Or he would maybe offer a hand.]
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[ Which extends to someone dying from biting him. He's going to stay here lying down on the cold hard ground.
At least the single tree comforts him. ]
Trees are a rarity where I'm from.
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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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