The Shameless Choco-Banana
Who: Vash, Roderich, and itty bitty Eiger
When: Early evening, Saturday April 24th
Where: A park with, hopefully, no hobos
What: Woah, there is so much stress in the world that only a chocolate covered banana can alleviate..
Fick dich, Wichser
Those were the only words said as he stormed out of his home with Eiger tied to a make shift leash. Vash wasn't about to have some fucking bodyguard--prison guard--keeper, whatever the hell he was following him around all goddamn day long. Being in that damn house was suffocating him everyday. With guilt, anger, regret, shame. He can't even say its his house, it was a gift given to him in pity by that old ass mafioso Roma. He would have rather died with some honor left in tact then be forced to live next door to the leader of a most likely world-wide, crime syndicate and be unable to do anything about it.
Now lives his days being watched as though he were some sort of pet stuck in a cage. Like a hamster, yea, a hamster... and Vash couldn't take it anymore.
He already knew they'd follow him anyway but as long as he couldn't see them Vash didn't really give a damn. Today was his day, well his and Eigers. The tiny goat followed alongside Vash with great eagerness, stopping every now and then to take a munch out some grass that lurked in between sidewalk cracks as they traveled down to a nearby park. People walk their dogs there all the time, so what harm is there in walking a goat?
Frankly, Eiger needed the excercise in order to grow up big and strong like her brothers and hopefuly produce lots of milk in the future. Besides, if he had taken all three of them it might have turned out to be quite a spectacle and Vash didn't need anymore eyes probing him.
After a couple of laps around the walkway circling the park Vash spotted a cart. But it was not an ice cream cart, nor a hotdog cart. It was a cart that sold chocolate bananas, only chocolate bananas. Vash probably would have thought about why people still sell those if he wasn't already thinking about how delicious those bad-boys looked. Shoveling out a dollar bill and some coins from his pocket he slammed the money onto the cart.
"Please give me two of your finest chocolate bananas ma'am."
When: Early evening, Saturday April 24th
Where: A park with, hopefully, no hobos
What: Woah, there is so much stress in the world that only a chocolate covered banana can alleviate..
Fick dich, Wichser
Those were the only words said as he stormed out of his home with Eiger tied to a make shift leash. Vash wasn't about to have some fucking bodyguard--prison guard--keeper, whatever the hell he was following him around all goddamn day long. Being in that damn house was suffocating him everyday. With guilt, anger, regret, shame. He can't even say its his house, it was a gift given to him in pity by that old ass mafioso Roma. He would have rather died with some honor left in tact then be forced to live next door to the leader of a most likely world-wide, crime syndicate and be unable to do anything about it.
Now lives his days being watched as though he were some sort of pet stuck in a cage. Like a hamster, yea, a hamster... and Vash couldn't take it anymore.
He already knew they'd follow him anyway but as long as he couldn't see them Vash didn't really give a damn. Today was his day, well his and Eigers. The tiny goat followed alongside Vash with great eagerness, stopping every now and then to take a munch out some grass that lurked in between sidewalk cracks as they traveled down to a nearby park. People walk their dogs there all the time, so what harm is there in walking a goat?
Frankly, Eiger needed the excercise in order to grow up big and strong like her brothers and hopefuly produce lots of milk in the future. Besides, if he had taken all three of them it might have turned out to be quite a spectacle and Vash didn't need anymore eyes probing him.
After a couple of laps around the walkway circling the park Vash spotted a cart. But it was not an ice cream cart, nor a hotdog cart. It was a cart that sold chocolate bananas, only chocolate bananas. Vash probably would have thought about why people still sell those if he wasn't already thinking about how delicious those bad-boys looked. Shoveling out a dollar bill and some coins from his pocket he slammed the money onto the cart.
"Please give me two of your finest chocolate bananas ma'am."