[Vash has had Ain for a few months, now. Never would he have thought that he would be the owner of a pet...pretty much ever again. For years, presumably, Vash had been with a different pet, one that he'd been terribly close to...but something had happened. It's hard to discern whether they'd passed away, or left him for another Master, or simply just abandoned their post...whatever it was, it wasn't something Vash seemed all that willing to talk about. He'd known that living with him was a difficult, often dangerous mantle to uphold. Never once had his living conditions been safe or secure, thanks to the fact that he was wanted in most parts of the country. He'd been arrested in dozens more, and had escaped from more prison facilities at this point than he could count. Even if he could be absolved of his sibling's crimes, it likely wouldn't matter at this point. He's in too deep, has committed too many of his own crimes.
It would be best if he was alone. He didn't need to drag someone else down with him.
Enter Ain, who...somehow had wormed his way into Vash's life, to the point where Vash felt responsible for him in a way that meant that he couldn't simply just dump him on the street and leave it at that. Vash felt responsible for a lot of things, but he refuses to be the source of yet more persecution of pets. Even knowing how vehemently racist against the idea Nai was...
Vash didn't think about that. Instead, he focused on running. Running, and keeping Ain safe.
Their current abode is a ramshackle apartment at the far edge of town. They're quite literally squatting here, with Vash having taken up residence in an empty space knowing that this building was one of those that was a bit less well-off, and a lot more lax with their protocol. As long as they weren't found staying here, it was fine...for now. They were living on borrowed time, he knew, but at least they had a roof over their heads. And as for food...Vash is in the process of climbing in through the window as we speak, having climbed the fire-escape with a plastic shopping bag in one hand.]
slides in here.........again
It would be best if he was alone. He didn't need to drag someone else down with him.
Enter Ain, who...somehow had wormed his way into Vash's life, to the point where Vash felt responsible for him in a way that meant that he couldn't simply just dump him on the street and leave it at that. Vash felt responsible for a lot of things, but he refuses to be the source of yet more persecution of pets. Even knowing how vehemently
racistagainst the idea Nai was...Vash didn't think about that. Instead, he focused on running. Running, and keeping Ain safe.
Their current abode is a ramshackle apartment at the far edge of town. They're quite literally squatting here, with Vash having taken up residence in an empty space knowing that this building was one of those that was a bit less well-off, and a lot more lax with their protocol. As long as they weren't found staying here, it was fine...for now. They were living on borrowed time, he knew, but at least they had a roof over their heads. And as for food...Vash is in the process of climbing in through the window as we speak, having climbed the fire-escape with a plastic shopping bag in one hand.]
Ain? I'm home! Are you awake?