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He can't find Rem.

Granted, the little thing has a habit of wandering off when he isn't looking, getting into mischief and anything else a fluffball has a mind for, but it's been — he's not sure how long it's been, but it's been long enough that he's beginning to look around anxiously, and of course it's the last place he thinks to look that he actually finds anything.

( Because why would he immediately think to go to Kurama? Why would they go to him? Something something it is a mystery, but he'll surely figure out why soon enough. Meddling little thing that they are. )

Kurama's back is to him when he comes up on him, and he announces his presence with a soft note that filters up from the back of his throat before he actually speaks up. "Hey! Hope I'm not intruding on anything, but I can't find Rem. Have you—"

He pauses when the other turns at the sound of his voice, blue eyes squinting behind his glasses and zeroing in on a flash of gold mixed in with long hair, and. Seriously? That's where you are?

"You've … uh. You've got something in your hair."

Kurama is gardening. He was gardening when Sakura went by with the little thing in their mouth that he would later come to realize is Rem. He was still gardening when Rem appeared, no doubt having left Sakura to sunbathe somewhere comfortable and he is still gardening by the time Vash arrives looking for his DTF.

Elbow deep in dirt when he senses the presence of someone approaching. At least it wasn't unexpected, all things considered. The fox turns at the greeting - grabbing a nearby cloth to clean his hands - with a smile that is far too innocent for him to be unaware of Vash's reason to be there.

“Sorry... Rem was just helping with some chores.”

He doesn't sound very sorry, actually he sounds pretty amused. The transparent humor in his expression probably isn't helping his case here, either.

Silly … ridiculous fox. When did they even nab Rem? It's obvious that Rem doesn't mind because his little fluffball is comprised of many opinions, and if they hadn't wanted to go? They wouldn't have. His questions aren't about to stop there but they will for the moment, because at least he's found them, it's just. Not where he'd thought they would be.

… Not that he'd had any other ideas, really, but that's neither here nor there!

That smile is nice — too nice, almost, but he's not about to look a gift thomas in the mouth, as it were — and he is glad to have found his DTF, all things considered. He gives Rem a Look ( ™ ) before addressing Kurama properly again.

Even if it is a bit … within the realm of Bombastic Side Eye.

"Chores?" he asks, making his way closer, and sensing his presence, Rem seems to burrow deeper into all that hair. You little sh—

"Well, I'm glad they're helping, at the very least." A pause, and then: "Just … how are they helping, exactly?"

Go on. Tell him. He's curious.

The DTFs are clearly forging bonds with or without their permission, and Kurama is far too old and wise to attempt intervening. After all, the fox is just a projection of his own soul in some form, and he knows himself too well to take on that battle of wills. Sakura would not be any easier to stop than he was, once committed to something. That was just a part of life that had to be accepted while existing in this realm, as far as he's concerned.

The smile only widens at The Look ( ™ ), as if the entire incident was really just delightful to him, encouraged further by Rem's blatant attempt to hide from Vash's advances.

“Moral support, mostly.” Which he is quite cheerful about. “They seem quite adept at finding seeds...” No, he is not going to clarify where the seeds are coming from or how they're being found.

Of course they're forging bonds without express permission, and it isn't like Vash even minds, but. Come on, you fuzzy little meatball, can't you even look at him when he's talking about you directly?

( The answer is no, always no, because this fuzzy little meatball is pretty much the embodiment of all the sass that Vash has in him but keeps under wraps until you really get to know him. Or he gets comfortable with you. Six of one, half a dozen of the other, it all adds up the same. )

One dark brow quirks upward, because while the mention of seeds doesn't seem at all strange given the other's affinity for all things even tangentially related to plant-life — he catches himself looking around for where they might be coming from, and seeing absolutely nothing, he's just going to narrow his gaze in both of their general directions.

You're not telling me something! goes without saying, because of course it does, but he's going to think it, anyway!

"Must be," he ends up saying idly, meandering just a little bit closer. "Don't see any just lying around from where I'm standing."

Both of you are terrible, just so you know. Sakura is his only friend here, and that's how this all started in the first place.

Of course the answer is no but while Vash is trying to get a response out of Kurama that is more than artful dodging, Rem all but disappears into that red hair - which may seem to visibly increase in volume as it happens - vanishing completely from sight right before his eyes.

Don't worry about it.

“Leaving them lying around would be quite irresponsible.” He'd put on a show of sounding wounded by the implication if he wasn't still too blatantly amused to attempt anything remotely convincing.

Meanwhile, a certain fluffy meatball has found something of use in all that rummaging finally, and re-emerges with a flourish to present Vash proudly with…

A seed.

That is what he wanted right? To know how they were helping, where the seeds were coming from exactly, and now he's got answers to both questions in one quick motion.

Sakura orchestrated the whole thing, you might want to pick better friends, Vash.

Don't worry about it? Sure, okay, just going to completely dismiss the way your seemingly sentient hair just ate his DTF.

Not that he expects the little fuzzball to stay out of sight for very long, because they so very rarely do, but at the same time … why are both of you like this!

Vash hums in the back of his throat at the answer he gets — noncommittal as always, he's getting used to that with this one — and you'll have to forgive him if he just. Keeps right on watching the point at which aforementioned meatball disappeared into all that hair, waiting for them to reemerge, because they can't just stay hidden forever, right?

( Joke's on you, blondie, because they very well could, if they wanted to. )

When they do finally surface again with a seed held proudly between their front paws, Vash's face. Does something, he can fell it, even if he can't quite tell what the expression is supposed to be; bewilderment would be a good place to start, so we'll go with that, but there are so many other things mixed in that that can't be the only word in use. "Did—" he starts, and stops, flabbergasted in a way that ends up reflected in the way his eyes widen, and then narrow, mouth pulling into a thin line and then down on one side. Then up, like he's amused.

His face is currently running through a gauntlet of emotions, please hold while they all process.

>: VashtheStampede.exe has stopped responding. Would you like to restart?

Sakura, meanwhile, remains entirely unbothered, and after a few seconds of silence — presumably during which Vash's brain is treated to a hard restart — he just. Huffs. And there might be a little bit of a chuckle in there. "Just when you think you've seen everything …"

Don't worry about it, exactly. While he can't exactly speak for Rem on this one, he is like this because frankly foxes are rather playful creatures by nature, and coping through humor is really the only way he was ever going to survive this long. That and being extremely evasive, which Vash is also becoming rather familiar with, isn't he?

Kurama continues to watch with an eyebrow slightly raised in amusement as the other seems to go through several stages of grief before settling on a response after Rem resurfaces. Take your time, he'll give you a minute. Or. However long is needed, apparently.

There's not much more than an amused huff at that response when it finally does come, the fox turning back to his gardening with a bit of a smirk. “If that's your idea of everything, I'm afraid there's far more left you've yet to see, actually.”

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and here I thought you'd tell me our companions had something to do with it.

[He wouldn't put it past them, and if he's being honest, the fox is not entirely sure what they're actually capable of. 'First time for everything', he says.]

Precisely. Who is to say what new adventures await us while we're here? Sleep walking hardly seems like the strangest thing to happen. Regardless, I would hesitate to call that an invasion.

[He could have told Vash to leave if he really wanted to, which he clearly had not done.]

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