Vash had been watching the humans from a park bench. He wasn’t able to rest his feet on the edge, as he’d like, but he could still float just above it. That way, he at least had the illusion that he was interacting with the world around him… but only just.
As he looked around, he saw a man with white hair, and pale skin that had a very slight bluish tint. How odd! Was he sickly? Vash got a strange feeling from the man… but he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He simply could tell that the man was very powerful. Curious, he followed behind the man in silence, wondering if he could learn more about who this man was. Perhaps it would lead him to learning more about himself as well.
Behind his round, trendy sunglasses, his purple eyes followed the wandering path of a simple Amanojaku. Closing his bright eyes for a moment, he mentally pulled out the file on them, recalling that they usually caused mischief and inspired wickedness in people. But it wandered off away from him, sensing his presence as well, and not liking it one bit. The thought of how powerful he was just brought a small but cruel smirk to his face. He covered it simply with his hand.
Watching the creature leave, his gaze stopped upon a rather naked being with bright red wings. The nakedness didn’t bother him one bit — he tended to approach such situations from a rather medical standpoint, accepting it as simply a person’s form. No big deal. But the wings were a dead giveaway. Shifting a bit, he tried to not betray how uncomfortable he was around this one’s presence. By nature, it made him edgy. But he had to find out why this one was hanging around. More importantly, why the damn thing decided to follow him. Did some higher-up in the sky decide to send a watchdog or some bullshit!?
“… can I help ya, bud?” he asked the winged being quietly as to not draw attention from the rather regular folk around.
Hah, of course Vital couldn’t be happier. He’d never seen him squeak like that before! How… adorable!
Vash purred contentedly as he was picked up and his neck was scratched. He could get used to this….
“Yeah, again. Everyone’s being turned into cats!”
Sitting back as he still held the cat closely, Vital didn’t hesitate to bury his face into the soft fur, still scratching the cat’s neck.
“Mm… can’t complain.” He smiled slightly at the thought of once more being surrounded by cats.
“Vital! Vital, hey!” He said, adding a long “Meow” as he called out to his boyfriend. “Vital, check this out! I’m a cat again!”
“Again!” He nearly shrieked, rather unexpectedly as he had shocked himself as well. The pale man knelt and immediately scooped the cat up, scratching the back of his neck.
“What kind of consultant?” He asked curiously, leaning in a bit. “Also, you said your name was ‘Vital’? That’s cool. Really awesome.” He smiled.
“That depends on what you need,” he simply replied with such a nonchalant attitude as he slid Tony’s drink over to him, taking up his own. It was always so vague, but he knew this guy was smart enough to draw a few assumptions on his own. But the pale man hesitated at Tony’s compliment, blinking as he looked over. “I’m not used to that.” Chuckling, he took a sip of his drink. “Usually people demand what sort of name that is, and then ask for specifics on my job, shit like that.”
”Uh…..” Shit, he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so hammered last night!
”Yeah, yeah, sure he did, sure he did!” Come on, brain remember! Wolfwood racked his brain trying to recall something! He remembered Vash prattling on about something… about this guy! Hey it was starting to come back! These two were buddies or something… either that or enemies…
“Yeah he wouldn’t stop talkin’ about ya…” THINK!
There was that deer in the headlights look. Initially, he suspected that Vash hadn’t talked about him at all, but from the looks of how Wolfwood was picking over his brain like that, the guy probably forgot. Alcohol? Smoking? Maybe a fight or concussion? No, it had to be alcohol, there was a slight worried, guilty look on his face.
“Oh?” Vital prompted, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t going to help him out and egg him along by giving any clue as to his relationship with the blonde gunslinger. No, he wanted to watch this guy struggle and squirm like an ant under a magnifying glass.
