Tyki turns to leave just as Vash is on his feet suddenly, moving to the bars to grip them with both hands as he watches the man disappear back to the front. In spite of his best efforts, Vash can't quite quell the way his heart leaps in his chest, finding its way into his throat and settling there. Pets such as him already on death row getting adopted out isn't unheard of, exactly, but it definitely isn't common. Most wouldn't take that kind of risk, and with all of the marks on Vash's record thus far...he's not at all desirable. He's seen as a deserter as much as he is dangerous, and that some owners despise more than his supposed crimes. After all, having a pet for some is a status thing.
Vash...isn't sure what to think. What to do, really, as he stands there waiting for Tyki to return. He almost expects it to be some sort of anesthetic enduced dream to make his passing easier...at least until he hears the click of the lock, ears perking as he's snapped back to reality. He takes a step back as the door swings open, looking beyond the threshold like he's waiting for it to turn out to be some sort of trick.
Only then does he step forward, over and out. Even though he can't see them, he knows the folks at the front are probably watching over their shoulders, waiting for the sounds of Tyki's screams that will never actually come.]
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Tyki turns to leave just as Vash is on his feet suddenly, moving to the bars to grip them with both hands as he watches the man disappear back to the front. In spite of his best efforts, Vash can't quite quell the way his heart leaps in his chest, finding its way into his throat and settling there. Pets such as him already on death row getting adopted out isn't unheard of, exactly, but it definitely isn't common. Most wouldn't take that kind of risk, and with all of the marks on Vash's record thus far...he's not at all desirable. He's seen as a deserter as much as he is dangerous, and that some owners despise more than his supposed crimes. After all, having a pet for some is a status thing.
Vash...isn't sure what to think. What to do, really, as he stands there waiting for Tyki to return. He almost expects it to be some sort of anesthetic enduced dream to make his passing easier...at least until he hears the click of the lock, ears perking as he's snapped back to reality. He takes a step back as the door swings open, looking beyond the threshold like he's waiting for it to turn out to be some sort of trick.
Only then does he step forward, over and out. Even though he can't see them, he knows the folks at the front are probably watching over their shoulders, waiting for the sounds of Tyki's screams that will never actually come.]
Vash.
[...]
...are you sure?