Vash feels something deep in the pit of his stomach go sour. He manages to keep it out of his expression though, because this isn't that. This isn't...the same sort of situation. And what these people are using to power their city...
It's not them. If they're trying to stay off the grid of the main society up above, it couldn't be.
He shucks his hand through his hair to push those thoughts down, though it's not helped when Chung continues to explain how she's hundreds of years old. Gee, where has he heard that before?]
Oh...don't worry, I won't. I understand.
[Vash, having become a human pincushion on more than one occasion, understands. He noticed the scarring of course, but he never would have pointed it out unprompted. That's just rude.
Also, Chung, wtf. You're like 12 how on earth do you keep pushing open these massive doors.]
Haha...you don't have to call me Mr, by the way. Just Vash is fine.
[He's glad for his glasses, even though they don't really function like proper sunglasses or anything, because even if it's artificial the light is fucking bright out here compared to the workshop, or even the light he and Ain had been flying by for so long since they were doing most of their traveling at night.]
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Vash feels something deep in the pit of his stomach go sour. He manages to keep it out of his expression though, because this isn't that. This isn't...the same sort of situation. And what these people are using to power their city...
It's not them. If they're trying to stay off the grid of the main society up above, it couldn't be.
He shucks his hand through his hair to push those thoughts down, though it's not helped when Chung continues to explain how she's hundreds of years old. Gee, where has he heard that before?]
Oh...don't worry, I won't. I understand.
[Vash, having become a human pincushion on more than one occasion, understands. He noticed the scarring of course, but he never would have pointed it out unprompted. That's just rude.
Also, Chung, wtf. You're like 12 how on earth do you keep pushing open these massive doors.]
Haha...you don't have to call me Mr, by the way. Just Vash is fine.
[He's glad for his glasses, even though they don't really function like proper sunglasses or anything, because even if it's artificial the light is fucking bright out here compared to the workshop, or even the light he and Ain had been flying by for so long since they were doing most of their traveling at night.]