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[scalethetower]

Who: scalethetower, neutralbyforce and loyalraven
What: It's time for dinnertime!
When: Sunday, early evening
Where: The PH house!
Warnings: Just...G?
Status: In Progress.

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[neutralbyforce]

What was he doing? Being a moron, that was what. Vash stood outside the door to Naoki's home looking not at all like a creeper. He shuffled from foot to foot, rubbing the strap of the sling that 202 had insisted he wear before even considering letting him out of the house. With his right arm out of commission he had been forced to leave his Carbine at home, leaving him feeling severely underdressed with only two handguns and assorted knives.

Vash sighed, straightening his shirt and raising a hand to knock on the door before realizing it was the hand with the dessert he brought carefully settled in a bag. He transfered it with a slight wince to his injured hand and knocked properly, shifting the bag back while he waited for a response.

Believe it or not, this had been the first time he had been invited to someone else's home for dinner. Comfort zone, where were you?

[scalethetower]

Naoki perked up at the sound of the knock, turning almost immediately and flicking off the oven before he went wandering out of the kitchen. He trotted to answer the door, throwing a brief glance over his shoulder. A grin appeared as soon as he saw it was just who he'd been expecting.

His eyes passed briefly over the sling Vash's arm was in, before focusing on the others' face. "Hey; glad you came," he greeted, earnestly. He shifted to the side, as he opened up the door properly, waving a hand as an indication for him to step in. "Come on in."

[neutralbyforce]

Vash's face had healed significantly since Naoki last saw it, but a few bandages still adorned his features. It wasn't enough to stop him from returning the grin, however. "Thank you, Naoki."

He stepped inside, handing his contribution to the meal to his host. "A simple cake was the most I could manage I'm afraid, but it is handmade Swiss chocolate." As he shrugged off his jacket he glanced around, admiring the home.

[scalethetower]

Naoki took it from him, his eyes seeming to gleam at the mention of chocolate. Oh, well, far be it from him to refuse handmade dessert. "It sounds delicious. I hear that your chocolate is the best," he said with a grin. He moved to take Vash's jacket from him as well and hang it up in the hall closet like a good host before stepping ahead.

"Want anything in particular to drink? Tea? Coffee?" he asked over one shoulder. "Gilbert'll be down shortly, I'm sure."