As Tim talks, Vash is settling down against the opposite wall. He didn't mean to stop and sit quite yet, and certainly didn't mean to claim a space before he'd got a mattress to put under his bones, but he's been awake for, um... twenty-four, plus at least twelve, plus, um...
A lot. A lot of hours.
"I had a fresh pear once." Sure, they could talk about all their alternates and duplicates and discuss which of them were actually Vash, contemplate the issues with multiple realities coexisting, hell, theorize on whether this particular reality was in fact real! But on the other hand? Pears.
"There was a geo-plant in July, and she loved fruit." It's not the best of memories, all told, but so long as he sticks with the present, the earlier days, he should be just fine. "They tried to get her to grow all kinds of things, soy, and sorghum, but she just wanted to make flowering trees covered in sweet things." He smiles at the memory, leaning his head against the wall behind him.
"So they had orchards. Little ones, at the edge of town, growing pretty much anything you can think of." And they'd been expensive as all get-out, only available to the wealthiest of the wealthy, but that detail just sours the sweetness of the rest of the tale, so he chooses to leave it out. "Oranges, and lemons, apples... and way in the back there were these three tiny pear trees. They were going to take them out, they said, because they couldn't ship them anywhere. They were too delicate, they bruised too easily." And if there's no profit, there's no point. "So the night before they were going to get cut down I snuck in, and there was one single pear left."
Man. He's really tired.
"It tasted terrible." His teeth ache again just thinking about it! "Green and hard, and weirdly sour..." He trails off, chuckling at the memory. It had been a truly truly great experience, and a truly awful pear. "Anyway! I hope yours were better than that!"
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A lot. A lot of hours.
"I had a fresh pear once." Sure, they could talk about all their alternates and duplicates and discuss which of them were actually Vash, contemplate the issues with multiple realities coexisting, hell, theorize on whether this particular reality was in fact real! But on the other hand? Pears.
"There was a geo-plant in July, and she loved fruit." It's not the best of memories, all told, but so long as he sticks with the present, the earlier days, he should be just fine. "They tried to get her to grow all kinds of things, soy, and sorghum, but she just wanted to make flowering trees covered in sweet things." He smiles at the memory, leaning his head against the wall behind him.
"So they had orchards. Little ones, at the edge of town, growing pretty much anything you can think of." And they'd been expensive as all get-out, only available to the wealthiest of the wealthy, but that detail just sours the sweetness of the rest of the tale, so he chooses to leave it out. "Oranges, and lemons, apples... and way in the back there were these three tiny pear trees. They were going to take them out, they said, because they couldn't ship them anywhere. They were too delicate, they bruised too easily." And if there's no profit, there's no point. "So the night before they were going to get cut down I snuck in, and there was one single pear left."
Man. He's really tired.
"It tasted terrible." His teeth ache again just thinking about it! "Green and hard, and weirdly sour..." He trails off, chuckling at the memory. It had been a truly truly great experience, and a truly awful pear. "Anyway! I hope yours were better than that!"