soulping | hiyo haato

[ pinches her nose again, for good measure. ]

Forget about it. You'll get it later. [ or she won't. either way, no skin off her nose. ] Hot chocolate, you mentioned.

[ for just a moment, there is a feeling like---there's been a missed opportunity, a connection barely missed, an exhalation of tension like stored breath leaving your body, but it is so brief--was it there to begin with? or just your imagination?

either way, hiyori is nudging the second cup of hot chocolate in her direction ]

Here. Have as much as you like!

[ immediately downs half of it. without flinching. ]

This stuff ain't so bad once you get used to it.

[ that's caracal for saying something is good, isn't it? ]

Have you never had it before?

Nah. Starry-Eyes had it made the first day I was here. Ain't like anything back home, though.

What's "back home" like for you?

The whole damn planet's a desert, if that gives you an idea.

Are you from the same world as Vash?

[ b/c that sounds identical--and just how many desert worlds could there be? ]

[ not in quite so many words, but ] That's right.

That explains a lot, then.

And what's that supposed to mean, huh?

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Wow, you sure got touchy about that! You must like him a lot, too, then.

[ flicking her in the forehead ] Sounds to me like you're makin' a lot of assumptions.

[ NOT EVEN PHASED tbh ]

Seems to me I just know what someone who's in love looks like.

[ for a split second, Wolfwood feels something like a sliver in her side. it's cold and insistent, reminding her to think about a girl that got experimented apart, about bulb spattered with gore—a bulb she gets the feeling she'd considered untouchable until then—and a dumbass of the same ilk, somehow, grinning a heartfelt smile despite the hardships Gunsmoke's so hot to put him through.

yeah, could be there's something there, slowly growing through her like a goddamn weed, something she hasn't remembered yet but keeps getting hints of, but it sure as hell ain't the kind of love she's thinking. ]

[ that's not the kinda shit that should be shoved on this cute kid, though. she's just been through hell enough.

ladylike guffaw. ]

You really don't know anything about bein' a priest.

[ oh caracal. you sweet summer child. someday she'll tell you more about the boy she loves ]

Priests can have families and lovers. At least, they can where I come from.

It ain't that simple. Folks like me, we don't stick around in one place for long. Hafta follow the work; [ outlaws razing cities to the ground, leaving a hundred funerals needed in their wake ] not stick around and make a family.

[ she can't even put herself into that equation, it's too idealistic, too hard to believe. ]

Well.... I don't think Vash is really the stick-around-and-make-babies type, either. He wants to be like Johnny Appleseed and plant lots of trees everywhere. That's why I'm growing some saplings for him, so he can take them home too. --You can just be a nomadic couple with a legacy of wildlife instead of kids!

[ PROBLEM SOLVED

cemeteries need trees? ]

[ it's as if the heavens opened and hellfire began raining down. all of this over a mug of hot chocolate. IT'S A NIGHTMARE. ]

Don't talk about shit like that!

Why not? Do you have a black thumb, Caracal?

[ something like that. ]

You're coming up with a lotta big plans for something you know almost nothing about, y'know that?

It wasn't just my plan, though. It's what Vash wants. Don't you want him to be happy too Caracal?

[ no ]

[ this kid really doesn't know when to take the hint and cork it. still, she feels her face heating up in a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and she can just about feel the barrel against her temple again, too, while those bright eyes stared holes through her and called her a coward. ]

That dumbass could want to pull down the goddamn moon, doesn't mean he'll get to. You're right that he's the kind of hopeful fool who'd want to try his hand at sowing some green into that barren wasteland, but the rest of it's a whole hell of a lot murkier than you think. So stop making up stories in your head.

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