Vash realizes there’s another plant around just a second or two before somebody comes up behind him with a hey! that almost makes him drop his noodles. He spins around, clutching the bundle tight to his chest – whoever it is, they can’t have it! That’s his lunch! – and ready to run. But the person behind him isn’t a danger. The person behind him… is him?
“You!” He cycles through surprise, excitement, definitely some fear at the sight of that missing arm, and finally lands on relief. Squaring up to his older self, Vash narrows his eyes, and mentally sends a little wave to the other plant.
Can you hear me like this?
Around them, humans of every description (so long as that description includes dirty) swarm about, unmindful of two little blond kids. The converted delivery van that little Vash was about to inquire at is going to want to leave soon, so they’ll have to move before then, but for now, they’re fine where they are.
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“You!” He cycles through surprise, excitement, definitely some fear at the sight of that missing arm, and finally lands on relief. Squaring up to his older self, Vash narrows his eyes, and mentally sends a little wave to the other plant.
Can you hear me like this?
Around them, humans of every description (so long as that description includes dirty) swarm about, unmindful of two little blond kids. The converted delivery van that little Vash was about to inquire at is going to want to leave soon, so they’ll have to move before then, but for now, they’re fine where they are.