It's never been so hard..

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Who: Vash and 202
What: A romantic dinner...and something more
When: Pre-dated to December 25th
Where: Vash’s house
Warnings: PG-13 for IIFS (Imminent and Immense Fluff Smut)
Status: In Progress

Comments

[unit_202]

202 shifted uncomfortably, hesitating with one hand poised to knock at Vash's door. It all just seemed so... Odd. He'd sounded so tense about asking her over, which didn't add up-- It wasn't as though they'd never eaten together, after all. And yes, Vash was always a little high strung, but... Perhaps some new discovery had been made regarding their imprisonment. Yes, surely, that was it.

Pausing to smooth her hair as the wind kicked it into a loose flurry around her, the blonde straightened up and squared her shoulders. Whatever it was that had made her lover so uncomfortable, standing around outside wasn't going to clarify it. That hand dropped, knuckles rapping gently twice in quick succession before moving to join its mate in trying to collect her hair. She had the key, of course, but manners were manners--Especially in light of what seemed overall to be an entirely bizarre situation.

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Even though he had been expecting it, Vash nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock at his door. Taking a second to calm himself down, he took one final glance around the dining area to make sure everything was in order.

Well, here he went.

Opening the front door, the nation smiles warmly at 202-- well, as warmly as one can while looking nervous as he does.

"Hello, 02."

[unit_202]

Later it might occur to 202 how rude her initial response to the sight of her nation was, but upon seeing him so starched and pressed she couldn't quite restrain a blinking double-take of surprise.

"The last time I saw creases like that, Vash, I was on a parade deck. You didn't invite me over here for inspection, did you?"

The thought of that would have paled her scant months before, looking every inch the civilian as she now did in her casual clothing, but the joke was plain enough in her voice to negate those sorts of thoughts. And, hopefully, to lessen the tension that was so plain on the nation's face.

"You do seem awfully... nervous."

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It took Vash several long seconds to register what she had said at all, then a few moments more to accept it as a joke. His reply was a rather odd smile, at least half of his muscles not getting the message to relax in time for it to be truly considered of the same breed.

"Nervous? No. Not really. Do I seem like I am?" All this was said in one hurried exhalation of breath, not really doing much to verify his claim. "Please, come inside."

It took him a further few seconds for him to actually move aside to allow her to do so and to allow her to see the scene set in his normally better-lit home.