vash

[foxicide]

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weekend zero saturday

[foxicide]

[hi vash :) where are they... ig inside ikea bc there's so much there. rang is sitting in the couch section]

Have you decided on your team yet?

[hello]

[piteous]

[ Vash turns to him and he just looks like a giant blanket monster, big and large, just a man covered in a bunch of blankets over his entire body. ]

Trying to figure something out. What about yourself?

[foxicide]

[im sorry what]





Why are you wearing that?

[piteous]

[ ??? ]

I'm not wearing it. I'm gathering stuff.

[foxicide]

[ ??? ]

And you're just carrying it around like that? Are you a coat hook or something?

[(vash voice) what's a coat hook]

W0 : THURSDAY

[piteous]

hey, oppa! stay inside your warehouse!

[ then curfew happens so you can't respond to this and vash won't be responding back ]

[foxicide]

HEI WAHT IST THISSSSSS

W0 : SATURDAY

[piteous]

[ He's at the park, sitting on the swing, looking up to the sky that's littered with only a few stars. The lights seem to drown them out here. ]

[foxicide]

[oppa....

Rang thinks of his brief murderous impulse on Thursday night, and how far away it feels now. Also, he looks so.... piteous.... just sitting on a swing.]

What's wrong with you?

[this is such a rude way to say are you okay]

[piteous]

[ Vash is just a guy and as a guy he reacts as expected to that question. ]

I should be asking you that! Do you just purposely word your questions this way?!

[ Fiery and dramatic, like usual, it seems. ]

[foxicide]

[huh, he seems surprisingly normal now.... Rang will sit on the swing next to him.]

It's because I wasn't raised right. [very matter-of-factly] If I had a happier story, then maybe I'd be a nicer person.

[piteous]

[ Rang will see that there are... A lot of boxed cinnamon rolls. He hasn't touched any. ]

I don't think that's true.

[ what does he even mean ]

W1 : SATURDAY

[piteous]

[ WHERE ]

[foxicide]

[HE IS AT THE LAKE... IN THE OUTER PARK

HI VASH]

[piteous]

[ Approaching. ]

Imagine that I grab your shoulders.

[ But he doesn't. ]

[foxicide]

[he squints at vash like he's suspecting a trick??]

Can I imagine punching you too?

[piteous]

Sure!

[ He actually doesn't. He's just going to sit/stand next to him and offer a warm cinnamon roll. ]

Rough week?

W2 : MONDAY

[piteous]

[ WHERE IS HE!! Vash rollerblades by, emotions curious though so subdued in comparison to how loud he is. ]

You cursed today?

[foxicide]

[NOT VASH JUST ROLLERBLADING BY

rang's emotions in turn are apathetic, also bored. it is depression in fox form, though it shifts into alertness when Vash appears.... and also an 'oh boy it's vash',]

No. Then again, I didn't know I was cursed to be in love on Monday, so who knows?

[piteous]

... I want to say at least the other people were not bad choices to be cursed with, but...

[ He remembers the DRAMA in PUBLIC. Both expression and emotion are apologetic for that. Back to loud peppy and cheerful emotions, though, even though there's a backdrop of catholic guilt and summertime sadness. ]

Anyway, did you see there's a salon?

[foxicide]

[ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE ARE DEAD NOW VASH? rang shoots him a look accompanied by a dash of annoyance, not bc d is dead, but because every choice would have been a terrible choice. imagine having to be in love with a furry,

he also thinks summertime sadness vash is kind of interesting... which has convinced him to stay with him,]

Oh? I didn't think you'd be interested in the salon.

[this is so mean to say]

W7 : MONDAY

[piteous]

[ Focuses on PIN wherever. Vash is just going to do it. ]

Rang.

[foxicide]

[if i were playing a slut then id make rang topless for these threads but im not

he materializes while he's eating a chocolate bar mid-bite]

Tch...

[piteous]

[ hangs up. ]

[foxicide]

[HE FCKING DISAPPEARS]