#˟it's girls night out!;; (vash) orangetintedglasses

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"PLEASE DO NOT LICK THE CUBE!"

"But Wolfwood's offering me twenty double dollars to do it..."

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"Well, I guess it'll do." If she's lucky she can con him into at least one new outfit. If not he'll at least be great for telling her if any of her picks look good on her.

"Let's find a store then!"

"Ah, see? That we can do." he said. He didn't mind shopping with her if it was stuff for her, that was perfectly fine! "That can be the adventure: you getting some new stuff and having me carry it for you. I'd prefer my wedding outfit be a surprise, anyway."

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@orangetintedglasses || still the wrong houseplant

Well, at least she wouldn't mistake him for her Vash; Meryl supposed that was a small blessing in its own way. Breathing in and bracing herself for the explanations yet again, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat and tried to loosen her posture.

"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said that I'm a Meryl from another universe and I'm looking for a different Vash? ...Very different." Third universe, third attempt to find either of her boys. Maybe this one would provide a lead or two.

"Or a Wolfwood, I'll take him too. Even if he is a pain in my ass."

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[ protective bristling in the distance ]

"Come sit with me dummy." You can do the human shield thing next to her.

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"What's impractical about it?"

Did it not fit properly? Meryl turned to the dressing room, frowning. Maybe if she took a look at him in it she could see the problem. "Come out and let me see?" She waited for him to emerge, looking him over once he did.

"Well?"

Even as he shifted the curtain open and ducked inside the little room, it didn't really feel... private? But he guessed that was normal. This was still a store.

A little hook held his coat and shirt for him, allowing him to get as far from the mirror as possible to attempt to put the high-necked button up on. Fitting it over and around his prosthetic was a little daunting, and pinching and nipping the buttons open and closed was more of a challenge than he thought-- he definitely missed one or two and had to retrace his steps to find the one he messed up on --but once it was on, it was...

... it was fine? Vash pouted at the mirror, looking himself over a little. The fabric was okay, the collar did a good enough job unless he tilted his head up past a certain point... jerking his arms around, though, it felt too stiff, restrictive-- he knew, if caught in a bad spot, the shirt would need to get ruined.

Ugh, then what's the point?

"It's fine." he called over his shoulder, pulling his eyes from the mirror. "Impractical, but fine."

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"Sounds visible enough." And pretty tacky. She took a moment to look around, trying to spot the described sign before perking. There it was. It didn't look too far either, though far was a bit relative when it came to Vash and trying to avoid trouble. At least there didn't seem to be anyone watching it.

She hurried towards it, keeping one eye on her surroundings just in case. Vash was, presumably, doing the same and she figured he'd see anything out of place before she did but couldn't hurt to have them both on alert.

"Do you have a room already?"

He followed after her, making sure to stay just a few steps behind. It was a pretty flashy place, that much was clear. Not one of the back-end settlements that could barely be called a camp let alone a town, and not quite up there with the largest cities... but clearly trying to either get there, or just look the part.

"You're looking for a hotel with a neon sign." Vash answered. "Pretty big, bright green and pink letters... kiiinda tacky-looking?"

He hoped that was a good enough descriptor. 'Green and pink' would be decently hard to miss, at least, in the swath of grays, browns and whites that made up the majority of the buildings.

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"Okay." She perks, looking interested. "Where'd you get your license anyway?"

Gghk...!

"N-no, no no no, I'm sorry...! You're a great driver, Meryl! S-seriously, the next ten trips, I promise I'll drive, okay?? You can take it easy in the back...!"

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Meryl accepted the drink when he returned, grinning into the rim as she took a sip. "Welcome back, useful buddy. Now! Tell me all the cool stuff you've been up to. How's all your friends?"

She'd have to remember to ask him about introducing her; she hadn't had a chance to meet them last time she was here. She propped her chin on her hand and watched him, biting back a smile as she let him go.

It'd been a long time since she'd dealt with drunk Vash, she'd almost forgotten how funny he was.

"Anything new in the world of Vash?"

From behind her hand, the Plant beamed at her, his expression bright and somewhat dizzy as he listened to what she was saying. He nodded before she took her hand off and grabbed his nose, which had him erupt in soft giggles before nodding a second time--

"Yes, ma'am~!" he said, standing up straight. "Whatever's on tap, then time for gossip-- useful buddy's gotcha covered!"

Which he very much did, even if he did sort of stagger off to accomplish it-- the barkeep looking fondly finished with the antics for the night as he relayed the order to them, palming him a tall glass of the tap's finest, rolling their eyes at the salute once he was off.

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Meryl jerked back with a startled sound, hand dropping to the gun holster at her hip on instinct. This was Knives. This was all Knives, this couldn't be Vash or what he wanted. "He's using you, Vash."

She had no idea what for, but Meryl was certain of that much; whatever plots and plans Knives had, they involved his brother. "I came back because we're friends and he's hurting you." And she wasn't going to let him keep hurting her friend. Not when she knew that if he was in his right mind, he'd hate this.

"He's in your head and he doesn't belong there."

Of course, just more of the same, tired song. Nai had warned him against investigating her reappearance... but he never listened. Vash nearly rolled his eyes into the back of his skull, starting a casual walk towards her. He'd heard that one before.

"Come on, that's all you have to say? Your time away didn't give you any sort of inspiration for anything other than more of the same stupid crap?"

He lifted his organic arm and chuffed, swiping his hand through the air-- the motion seemingly summoning a wave of thick tendrils and roots from beneath his feet, all clamoring towards her.

"I'm almost hurt, Meryl!"

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"Perfect! You can be worm-Meryl's new home if I become a worm." They could share sandwiches! "Being a worm might be interesting, though the lack of thumbs might make things harder. Like doors."

"A vest could work, too, yeah... but you could definitely hide in my pockets if you needed to. Or in the collar of my jacket." which was much bigger and more spacious than the previous one had been, while being relatively closed off at the same time. Perfect Worm-Meryl habitat.

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"We should kill ask him just in case."

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"Did your brother make this test because I can't believe these results."

"That would explain how high your score was, wouldn't it... I don't think he did, though~."

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"Aw, not even for a wedding outfit?" How disappointing. She's sure he'd look good in a few things, and to not be able to get him in them is quite sad.

"Well, I do need some new clothing..." She's running out of pants that aren't getting ripped from all the chaos.

"Meryl." no. No, no, no, no more clothes shopping. He wasn't doing that again-- even if he'll need an outfit for the wedding, he'll do that on his own time! Closer to the wedding so nothing gets ruined--!!

"Even if it doesn't look like it, I got a new shirt recently; I don't need to go looking for more stuff. Unless you wanna look for stuff for you, I'm vetoing anything to do with clothes."

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"We could go on a boring adventure." Shopping was an adventure if one does it right. He could probably use some cool new outfits for the wedding too.

"When's the last time you bought a nice outfit?"

"I'm... really not looking to go on any adventures right this second..."

Like he ever sought out adventure; things like that just had a tendency to find him.

"Besides, boring's good sometimes. And boring'll give me plenty of time to track down an appropriate wedding gift-- can't do that if I'm wrapped up in something."

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"Sounds boring."

"Want to have an adventure with? I'm sure we could find something fun to do. Something super exciting."

'Fun'... right... a muscle in his face twitches, but doesn't mar the smile already present-- though he will move to set her down, now--

"A lot of the same, nothing really worth mentioning. I think the new hair's helping that, though: I'm getting recognized a little less."

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"Then I'll make sure we have the wedding somewhere interesting." She'll show him a frog later maybe. "Now what have you been up to since I saw you last? Besides a new hairstyle."

It'd been awhile if she remembered their last hang out right. Surely he's done something fun?

"Not in person or anything, but kind of, yeah. We had these video files on the ships before the Fall-- sort of simulated 'recordings' of ecosystems that were meant to be educational tools for people when we landed."

He remembers the mountains and ocean ones best, but there were the swamp and wetlands ones, too. The former was the one that had frogs!

"They all got corrupted, though. Most of the video files did."

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"I see, I see." She nods to herself at that, grinning. "Bet your Wolfwood likes it? He probably puts his hands in it too, it's fun how it springs back up. Like a frog. I've seen those now!"

Weird little bastards but funny.

"Have you seen any before?"

Oh it's too late for thoughts like that, Meryl, he's already got some stuff in mind-- he quirks his lip and hums thoughtfully, finally settling on putting his hands somewhere around the middle of her back for support.

"Teeechnically no...? I just changed how it sits, but it's different, yeah. Finally caved and did the full-on spikey thing like most of the other Vashes do."