[just a little visit~]

[greasemunkygal]

Who: Mikaela & Vash
What: Vash is all by his lonesome in the hospital. Mikaela visits....
When: After this conversation.
Where: Vash’s…hospital. Wherever it is.

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[mayflyhunter]

Considering there were humans here, and fewer robots in his immediate vicinity, Vash had calmed somewhat since the last time he'd run into Mikaela. That did not, however, prevent him from grinning wildly when he saw her, or practically sparkling.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, ignoring the brief pangs of hurt through the injuries. "Hey there!" he called out, beaming.

[greasemunkygal]

"Hey!" She slid into the room with a grin, almost closing the door behind her.

"You look better." She commented as she walked closer, then held out the little bunch of flowers she held. "Brought ya these, hope they aren't to...feminine, or something." She'd picked yellow flowers; they seemed to be more appropriate than the pink ones she'd looked at.

[mayflyhunter]

"Prob'ly cause I'm not gonna get my face eaten off by a big metal cat," Vash muttered, his bright mood failing a little. Why did cats always have it out for him? It made no sense. What had he ever done to them, anyway?

And then he saw the flowers. Charm mode kicked in, and he struck a pose.

"Anything brought from your fair hands could never be too feminine for me!" he declared. "And flowers! The purest form to suit the purest face!"

[greasemunkygal]

She drug a chair over with one hand, then dropped her purse in it.

"They're pretty, aren't they?" Ignoring the blatent flattery, she stuffed them into an available vase. "Adds some cheer to the room, right?"

[mayflyhunter]

"No flower could compare to the radiant beauty of a woman," he said, still posing. "Such as you."

If Vash could tell she was ignoring his painfully obvious attempts to flirt with her, he didn't show it. He stayed in his little pose, looking for all the world like a romance novel cover gone horribly awry.

[greasemunkygal]

She stepped back and eyed her work critically, then nodded in satisfaction.

"That's very sweet of you." She turns to give him a barely controlled smile while turning her laugh into a polite cough. "What ah....what are you doing, there...?"

[mayflyhunter]

She smiled at him, which only made his dorky pose of love declaration all the more... well... he sure didn't stop what he was doing.

At least until she asked about it. Then he sort of deflated. "Um... Sweeping you off your feet?" he tried.

[greasemunkygal]

She pressed her lips together to hide a smile, but it doesn't really work. Mikaela's grinning at him anyway.

"Oh, really?" She took a few steps towards his bed, leaning against the edge of it and glancing at him sweetly.

[mayflyhunter]

"Yes!" he yelped, honestly startled when she came close.

He tried to keep his eyes on her face--because he tended to get smacked when he did anything else--but she was right there and that shirt really wasn't something you saw on ladies back home, because oh hey hello those are very nice... His brain, and his eyes wandered southwards, and his cheeks turned the color of his coat.

"Uh..." And other incoherent syllables came out of his mouth--it was all he could do.

[greasemunkygal]

"Are you okay?" She smiled faintly and ran her fingers through her hair. Mikaela is, to be honest, a bit used to that. She doesn't get mad at him, instead, she coughs once and taps her temple by her eyes. Up here, honey.

"You're very nice, you know."

[mayflyhunter]

"Ah huh wha?"

He shook his head, distracted by the movement of her hand. He blinked several times, the color fading.

"REALLY?" he exclaimed, suddenly a ball of smiles all over again. Like an attention-starved puppy, really.

[greasemunkygal]

"...Yes." She frowns at him, turning to look at him fully. "Hasn't uh...anyone ever told you that before?" Mikaela looks extremely confused; to her, he is an extremely nice (however enthusiastic) person.

"So...why were you bleeding all over the place?"

[mayflyhunter]

He shook his head, a lot more times than was strictly necessary. People generally didn't tell him good things. Just yelling and such. Or shooting. Compliments were new.

The joyful puppy expression dimmed, however, when she asked him what had happened. Laughing nervously, he shrugged. "Oh uh... Ahaha... I don't remember!"

[greasemunkygal]

She frowned, and crossed her arms. "That's really too bad." He seemed sweet enough despite the flattery overload.

"Really." She stares at him with her eyes narrowed. Uncrossing her arms she turns to lean on the bed so she can look him straight in the eye. "I find it very annoying when people lie to me, you know." Especially Sam, but he sucked at lying. Everything game him away.

[mayflyhunter]

He just laughed nervously, trying his best to smile at her. It wasn't working too well, as evidenced by her leaning forward, with that... look on her face. He leaned back, doing his best to keep an innocent expression.

"Um. Someone... Kinda thought I was someone else and they didn't like that someone else..."

[greasemunkygal]

The innocent expression doesn't work on her, just ask Sam.

"I'm not sure what you mean. You'd have to explain a little bit. I'm uh..." She grins, the action relaxing her face and posture, "I'm not from your world, you see. So...you're gonna have to elaborate. Like, a lot."