[And in those few hours, Vash learns. SO fucking much about Warrior Cats. Hopefully Noah will be ready when he comes to visit him later in the week (because he WILL be doing this) to return some of those books on Ain's behalf and pick up new ones, because he's going to sit and talk with him about cat lore.
But being here, in this place...it feels like a whole different world compared to what Vash was used to before. He thought that mountain village was idyllic, but this...this is something out of a dream. He can't say that strife and discorse doesn't exist here- that's just life in general- and things are definitely harder for pets who are literally living in an underground society...but they're happy. That's not something that's all that easily attainable, and what's more?
Vash feels genuinely welcome here. The fact he's a wanted criminal seems unknown by the general population that doesn't go above ground, and those that may have an inkling either choose to not do anything about it because so many of them here are the same. They'd fled seeking sanctuary for one reason or another, and ratting each other out to topside would be putting everyone in mortal danger. So he's able to do the various odd-jobs he's tasked with easily and without fear, happy to lend a hand whenever and wherever he's able. His arm gets returned to him, and he's sure to thank Eve and Raven effusively, because it feels better than ever to use. It's quick and responsive to his subconscious inputs, not to mention sturdy. And on top of that, Rose is kind enough to fix up his gun for him, too.
It's good. Almost too good, to the point where Vash finds himself worrying as he drifts off to sleep with Ain in his arms that he might once more be letting himself be lulled into a false sense of security. But that couldn't be right. It's safe down here.
It's safe.
And he will enjoy all of this good will while he's able.
So on the day Ain is feeling well enough to finally leave and have their date, Vash is happy. Giddy about being out, even. And since he's allowed, he's happy to take Ain's hand and hold it as they enter the streets.
And his other, now free to be used, fishes around in his jacket pocket the moment it's just the two of them alone.]
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But being here, in this place...it feels like a whole different world compared to what Vash was used to before. He thought that mountain village was idyllic, but this...this is something out of a dream. He can't say that strife and discorse doesn't exist here- that's just life in general- and things are definitely harder for pets who are literally living in an underground society...but they're happy. That's not something that's all that easily attainable, and what's more?
Vash feels genuinely welcome here. The fact he's a wanted criminal seems unknown by the general population that doesn't go above ground, and those that may have an inkling either choose to not do anything about it because so many of them here are the same. They'd fled seeking sanctuary for one reason or another, and ratting each other out to topside would be putting everyone in mortal danger. So he's able to do the various odd-jobs he's tasked with easily and without fear, happy to lend a hand whenever and wherever he's able. His arm gets returned to him, and he's sure to thank Eve and Raven effusively, because it feels better than ever to use. It's quick and responsive to his subconscious inputs, not to mention sturdy. And on top of that, Rose is kind enough to fix up his gun for him, too.
It's good. Almost too good, to the point where Vash finds himself worrying as he drifts off to sleep with Ain in his arms that he might once more be letting himself be lulled into a false sense of security. But that couldn't be right. It's safe down here.
It's safe.
And he will enjoy all of this good will while he's able.
So on the day Ain is feeling well enough to finally leave and have their date, Vash is happy. Giddy about being out, even. And since he's allowed, he's happy to take Ain's hand and hold it as they enter the streets.
And his other, now free to be used, fishes around in his jacket pocket the moment it's just the two of them alone.]
Ain. I've got something for you.