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南野 秀一, Minamino Shūichi / 蔵馬 Kurama ([personal profile] sinningtree) wrote2024-06-15 09:14 pm

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SHUICHI MINAMINO
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[personal profile] ecad 2024-11-08 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] ecad 2024-11-09 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] ecad 2024-12-18 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] ecad 2025-01-01 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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 …"