#amity celebration; brokeassgoing

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- Coating Colors Day. It was something Vash had decided to observe from the side for the most part. Until some younger children who wanted to join in the fun decided to try and get him to play as well. Which he would, quite happily.

Vash was jumping and scrambling all over, making the kids work for their hits. He had ditched his coat and marksman glasses, leaving them with a kind elderly woman who was helping to hand out the balloons. He was dressed now in some work clothes which he didn't much mind getting stained or pigmented in various colors. They got dirty enough at the farms anyways so it really didn't matter.

He had taken a break, telling the kids that he'd just get some water and then be back to continue playing with them. At the moment he was was splattered with blue, orange, and yellow. He caught his own reflection in one of the shop windows along main street - it was strange to see his hair "blonde" again. The gunman leaned against a brick wall beside the tiny pastry shop. He observed everything from a relatively clear spot with a small plastic cup in hand. He spotted a familiar figure then.

Badou! That was a bit of a surprise… he wouldn't have exactly thought that the man was one to get mixed up in the paint-throwing event. Maybe other things but this seemed a little out there from what little he knew about the man. Regardless, here he was. The redheaded was wandering down the street. Vash raised a hand and called over the noise from his small space that was relatively clear of others.

"Badou! You playin' with the kids too?" Although the man looked far more haggard and weary than play might suggest. In fact it looked rather like he had been attacked by a gaggle of kids or teenagers.

@brokeassgoing || Amity Celebration - Coating Colors Day

[bluestringpuppeteer]

When Badou had suggested they go out to see the Luminescence Concerts, Legato hadn't thought much of it. A musical show at the Amphitheater? It sounded like a good time to him.

That was before he knew how many people came to concerts. They were surrounded by people, pressed in on all sides, and Legato wasn't wearing his spiky coat on advice from Badou. Which meant he wasn't protected from the press of bodies by anything except Badou himself.

And the drink Badou had shoved in his hand, that Legato had been nervously sipping. He was pressed up against Badou to avoid as many other people as possible, using him as a shield from the press. The alcohol was helping, though slowly.

"You could have warned me about the amount of people here," he huffs, trying to cover nerves with irritation.

@brokeassgoing