she thinks about asking him why he worked at the mcdonald's but just figures she won't understand the answer, so she doesn't bother. instead, she pauses, holding her comb to her chest.]
Is it difficult to do? I can help. [...] Is it rude to ask you about how that happened?
[she's genuinely asking, here, because she thinks that if someone asked her how she lost an arm she'd be fine with it but she knows not everybody is like her.]
[ surprise arm, surprise scars and metal medical pieces here and there, life is rough. He comes back out with his arm attached and moving, then plops right behind her. ]
Stuff like prosthetics and enhancements are pretty normal in No Man's Land.
[ Just so she knows. He won't take the comb since it looks very pretty and delicate, instead he runs his fingers through her hair and starts separating them into thirds. ]
... It's not a nice story, so it's good that you asked if it's okay first.
[life is rough. she looks over the moving arm with some muted interest.
it's good that he doesn't take the comb, because - she would've let him hold it, but she would've been fidgety about it. instead, she holds it in her hands and goes still, so that he can work. she's very patient, and less annoying about this than she'd normally be because it's touch week and she finds she enjoys the hands in her hair. she doesn't get any sort of nice touch like this, really.]
You don't need to tell me. [she says, glancing over her shoulder at him briefly.] I will listen, and I don't mind. I'm no stranger to unpleasant stories - but I wouldn't want to make you relive yours.
[ Vash is very gentle! And seems to know what he's doing despite being a beat up guy made up metal and scars. Carefully, he replicates how he remembers her hair billows and hangs, ties the first red rope, then slowly braids the rest. It seems to comes to him like muscle memory, fluid and calm. ]
It was supposed to be a warning to not miss my shot the next time I fired a gun.
... I didn't know what I was doing, so it was all an accident.
[ No intentions of firing in the first place. Once he gets to the end, he finishes up the braid. There's a last fluffing, some flaring, to make sure the braid looks full and lively. ]
[she actually does trust him to do her hair right, even if she's a bully sometimes. she turns to look at him when he finishes, and is silent for a moment.]
Perhaps you will get another chance. [she says, quietly.]
What? [she seems slightly surprised to hear this, and then slightly annoyed.] No, I am human. It's not the first time someone has been mistaken about that.
No, I don't think he would. [mean bad by it. she knows she's weird.] When people speak to me, they think I'm an adeptus. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's my demeanor, or my strength.
A step below, I'd say. [she shrugs.] It is what it is. I'm not an apprentice to save the world or do anything grand like that. It's just my circumstance. I grew up with them.
she's never really thought of them that way, but...]
Close enough. [that's really the most honest answer she can give. she cares about them, and they took care of her, so. hangups about the word or no, close enough.]
[ SHENHE REALLY SAYS SUCH ALARMING THINGS... He doesn't know if he likes that, but seeing as Shenhe seems okay with it, he should be, too. There's still visible concern. ]
How's your soul feeling?
[ Since he thinks he'd notice the curse if it's at work right now. ]
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[oof
she thinks about asking him why he worked at the mcdonald's but just figures she won't understand the answer, so she doesn't bother. instead, she pauses, holding her comb to her chest.]
Alright. [...] Do you know how to braid?
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[ honestly, smelling like beef is better than what he'd normally smell like after training. boys are gross. ]
I do! Give me a second to attach my arm.
[ He left it in the bathroom. ]
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Is it difficult to do? I can help. [...] Is it rude to ask you about how that happened?
[she's genuinely asking, here, because she thinks that if someone asked her how she lost an arm she'd be fine with it but she knows not everybody is like her.]
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Stuff like prosthetics and enhancements are pretty normal in No Man's Land.
[ Just so she knows. He won't take the comb since it looks very pretty and delicate, instead he runs his fingers through her hair and starts separating them into thirds. ]
... It's not a nice story, so it's good that you asked if it's okay first.
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it's good that he doesn't take the comb, because - she would've let him hold it, but she would've been fidgety about it. instead, she holds it in her hands and goes still, so that he can work. she's very patient, and less annoying about this than she'd normally be because it's touch week and she finds she enjoys the hands in her hair. she doesn't get any sort of nice touch like this, really.]
You don't need to tell me. [she says, glancing over her shoulder at him briefly.] I will listen, and I don't mind. I'm no stranger to unpleasant stories - but I wouldn't want to make you relive yours.
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It was supposed to be a warning to not miss my shot the next time I fired a gun.
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... I see. [she says, running her fingers over the comb.] Did you miss on accident? Or was it on purpose?
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[ No intentions of firing in the first place. Once he gets to the end, he finishes up the braid. There's a last fluffing, some flaring, to make sure the braid looks full and lively. ]
I regret missing.
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Perhaps you will get another chance. [she says, quietly.]
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[ His expression is a smile, but... Well, he moves on. ]
You should tell me some of your story! Wolfwood was saying you're not human?
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I'm sure he doesn't mean anything bad by it, but I'll be sure to correct him. [ Since he thinks they should do her right. ] How come?
[ Vash really just thinks she's quirky. ]
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No, I don't think he would. [mean bad by it. she knows she's weird.] When people speak to me, they think I'm an adeptus. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's my demeanor, or my strength.
I'm not. I'm just a disciple. Nothing more.
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Uhm. ]
I think I'd better understand this if I knew what an adeptus is...
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Spiritually enlightened immortals. My master is one. Up until recently, they were bound by contract to look after Liyue and protect it.
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[ At least that's what it sounds like to him. ]
And you're an apprentice? That sounds like a big deal.
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Ohhh... Wouldn't they be called your family?
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she's never really thought of them that way, but...]
Close enough. [that's really the most honest answer she can give. she cares about them, and they took care of her, so. hangups about the word or no, close enough.]
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That makes sense if people think you're not human since you were raised by them... We pick up habits and mannerisms from people around us.
You seemed a lil' annoyed by it, though.
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[she doesn't mind telling him, because he's on her team and he should probably know anyway. a pause.]
I'm not annoyed, I don't think. Or... [hmmm.] The idea of family makes me uncomfortable.
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[ An understanding nod! He won't pry her more on that since it seems like a touchier subject. Uncomfortable is not what they should be.
But. Uh? ]
Are the red ropes not a fashion choice...?
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[as for the rest, though, she glances at him.] No. They're bindings. They keep my soul contained, and suppress my curse.
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[ SHENHE REALLY SAYS SUCH ALARMING THINGS... He doesn't know if he likes that, but seeing as Shenhe seems okay with it, he should be, too. There's still visible concern. ]
How's your soul feeling?
[ Since he thinks he'd notice the curse if it's at work right now. ]
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Fine. I'm not going to murder anybody.
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