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[bellumetpax]

Who: Vash, Miles
What: Vash and Miles have tea.
When: evening, friday night
Where: Rm# 303
Rating: G

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[love_and_donuts]

((We could probably make this a day or two after the incident just to allow for the stuff that's happened to either of them in between, if anything. (information gained, people they met, etc.) :D Also, I'll have to apologize in advance that I won't be responding much on Sunday, either. T_T))

"HELLO HELLOOOOOO, I'M HOOOOOOOME~"

Vash sang out his greeting right as he dramatically swung open their room door, face a-glow and sweating after a day's work at the farm. Pretending not to notice Miles straightening up his bed, he marched over to his closet and started boisterously opening drawers and closing them. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, and then I'll be right out for our tea date, Miles, okee-dokey~?"

Closing the closet doors with one hand and holding his shower bucket under the other arm, he threw Miles a wide, toothy grin. With a turn on his heel, he marched straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before Miles could reply with a single word.

...Of all people, I don't want Miles worrying about me. If he's not

[bellumetpax]

Miles watched the whirlwind of outward good cheer dash by, resisting the urge to grimace. Miles didn't consider himself grim, despite what others told him, but Vash's nearly constant tangible good will was often more than Miles cared to handle. Especially after that accident.. idiot. he grumbled in his head as he went back to set up the tea cups.

"If it weren't for the strange magic of this place.." Miles didn't even realize he muttered the last part out loud, placing a cup down with a little more force then necessary. He glared at it for a moment, crossing his arms. "Hmph, such nonsense." his hand found it's way to his neck again. Even after a few days he found the absence of his cravat almost unnerving. This will teach me.. I need more than one obviously. God knows all the people I interact with a danger prone fools.. besides Franziska.

Miles stifled a sigh and took a seat by the window, pulling out the now nearly well worn book on advance prosecution he had bought and flipping it open as he waited for Vash to return.

((No

[love_and_donuts]

"Sorry for the wait~" called Vash as he re-emerged, changed into his usual clothes once again but with a plain, collared white shirt on top instead of his firetruck red coat. He'd just given his hair a quick towel-dry, and his blonde hair hung messily around his head, not pointed straight up as it usually was. Giving his hair one more hand-dry with his towel, he moved to throw it on his bed, stopped, grinned with slight embarrassment, and folded up the towel in four before sticking it in his closet.

"...Thanks, Miles, heh," he mumbled pathetically, turning to his roommate and taking a seat near the prepared tea, "I'll make sure I make it on my own next time!" he added. Although, I thought it was just fine like that... =_=

((I'm obsessed with establishing what my characters look like, ha ha... anyway, Vash's hair is down, is all. I love that look. 8I Also, I'm thinking that Vash had to order a new cravat from the local seemstress or something, since I can't imagine them having that on stock right away...but I'll need to double check

[bellumetpax]

Miles's gaze flicked up from his book as Vash entered, eyebrow raising. "And I am sure at that time it will be a very cold day in hell." he answered, snapping his book shut as he rose from his chair. He placed the book back on his bed stand and approached his roommate, taking a seat as well.

"You seem well.." Miles said offhandedly as he focused on pouring them both a cup. He managed to keep any annoyance or concern out of his voice - something he took some pride in - but the effort was ruined as he stole a glance over at the other, eyes drawn immediately to where Vash had been injured. Miles turned his head, handing Vash his cup in slight embarrassment at being so obvious. "Here - and do not simply chug it. Tea should be savored." he ordered, picking up his own cup.

((He needs to put his hair down more often ^^ Yeah, I think there's someone.. Miranda? who does seamstress stuff. I'm not sure O_o Don't worry about it too much, Miles will live ^^ He'll just be crankier then usualy if that's even possible))