okay well, in that case, she just freezes like a deer in headlights, and her hand goes right to her red ropes. there's a muted sense of ??? - like the la croix of ??? - and then:]
[ ... At first he's like, what the fuck is that? When he feels her emotions, so in response it really is "what the fuck" emotion as he blinks a couple of times. ]
[ THE CONFUSION IS ONLY GROWING LOUDER AND LOUDER AS IT'S LOOPING. She's allows to place a hand on his coat. He will lead them to the salon which isn't too far. ]
... I've been to a barber before, but... [ He is at his LIMIT. ] Hey, you feeling something weird?
[ Even though it's faint, he knows that he isn't the one worried in that sense, especially in such a quiet level. He feels so strongly all the time. Even when he suppresses one thing, he has to replace it with a stronger emotion whether fabricated or not.
[ At this point, whatever quiet melancholy Vash has in the background is normalized, but he is aware it's there. He just has to figure out how much is seeping through and how much he can silence it.
That is to say it is definitely there behind the frazzled embarrassment at the forefront. ]
I'm not sure why you're embarrassed. [the funny thing is she doesn't pick up on the melancholy because she also has it, so she just assumes it's her own, help.]
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does he come up behind or is it like, in full sight because that changes the tone of this tag]
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okay well, in that case, she just freezes like a deer in headlights, and her hand goes right to her red ropes. there's a muted sense of ??? - like the la croix of ??? - and then:]
What? [oh, right.] A salon. Yes, there is.
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Wanna go?
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but that's fine. she will just rest a hand on his coat and hold it.] I'm not entirely sure what you do there. I've never been to one.
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... I've been to a barber before, but... [ He is at his LIMIT. ] Hey, you feeling something weird?
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[ There's a sinking feeling of dread even though it doesn't show on his face. ]
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[except the dread gets her to rest a hand over her chest - there's something smothered in return, something worried, but faint. hard to feel at all.]
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Now there's just quiet... Static. ]
Are those our emotions?
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[she looks at him, alarmed, but it's that same wrapped in layers of fabric feeling. but also, like.]
I haven't... it's been a long time since I've felt anything like that.
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[ It seems like a goofy apology, but what runs is deep guilt. ]
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[she's getting used to it. a pause.] You don't need to apologize. [...] The first one I felt was nice.
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[ At this point, whatever quiet melancholy Vash has in the background is normalized, but he is aware it's there. He just has to figure out how much is seeping through and how much he can silence it.
That is to say it is definitely there behind the frazzled embarrassment at the forefront. ]
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I'm not sure why you're embarrassed. [the funny thing is she doesn't pick up on the melancholy because she also has it, so she just assumes it's her own, help.]
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Well. It's feels like I'm naked—metaphorically.
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I don't care about what you're feeling. [this sounds so mean but she means it like i don't mind]