[ It gets kind of tiring sometimes, having to explain the difference between "plant" and "Plant", but Vash does his best to be patient every time he does it. He hardly has time to say anything however, before the next weirdest thing that's happened to him today occurs. (The first will still be throwing up flowers into a wastebasket) The moment lips are pressed to the scarred skin of his wrist Vash freezes, his fingers twitching just a little as he stands stock still.
...Like he's afraid he's going to make something happen with movements that are too sudden. ]
Umm... Is that how you usually do this or are you making fun of me again?
[ okay maybe he's not too afraid to crack jokes. ]
[ Contrary to Vash's initial concern, Sherwood WILLfind a soul there, bright and clear, crisp and threaded, wrapped around something else just as intertwined and interconnected with him as the soul itself. That part stretches and stretches more, deeper, further and inky black mixed swirls of color that are reminiscent of the flowers he'd coughed up earlier. It thrums with a distant and limitless power, like a pinhole in a window that opens to somewhere else. ]
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...Like he's afraid he's going to make something happen with movements that are too sudden. ]
Umm... Is that how you usually do this or are you making fun of me again?
[ okay maybe he's not too afraid to crack jokes. ]
[ Contrary to Vash's initial concern, Sherwood WILLfind a soul there, bright and clear, crisp and threaded, wrapped around something else just as intertwined and interconnected with him as the soul itself. That part stretches and stretches more, deeper, further and inky black mixed swirls of color that are reminiscent of the flowers he'd coughed up earlier. It thrums with a distant and limitless power, like a pinhole in a window that opens to somewhere else. ]