[ The beat of love hits a wall of mistrust and slight disgust, but it does seem to calm a bit of the tension in Vash's shoulders. He's profoundly lonely even among his own kind - because they're not his kind.
He takes a seat on a flower-covered root, soft and bouncy, and gestures to the weird copy of himself to sit anywhere he wants. It's not like Vash has any tea and cookies, so being allowed in a flowery spider web will have to be enough hospitality. ]
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He takes a seat on a flower-covered root, soft and bouncy, and gestures to the weird copy of himself to sit anywhere he wants. It's not like Vash has any tea and cookies, so being allowed in a flowery spider web will have to be enough hospitality. ]
So.