Donuts
Tri-Tober Fanfic shorts Prompt 4: Donuts Setting: post-Badlands Rumble Summary: After a disaster has hit, the best thing to do is to go get some donuts.
Donuts “Oh, good! It’s still standing!” Wolfwood exchanged a look with Meryl, who exchanged a look with Milly, who exchanged a look with Amelia. Of course that would be what he could care about. After all of the mayhem in Maca City, after Gasback’s capture and the subsequent bounty-payout distributed to all of the citizens of the city and after the most important thing: The safe return of the Plant (the sister was confused, but healthy – not a thing he could convey to his companions, but getting through this ordeal with no loss of life made Vash want to celebrate)… the little group was doing a post-disaster tour to see what was still around. Milly and Meryl, of course, had this as a part of their job. Amelia had her stake in what her father had wrought. Wolfwood was fairly curious. For Vash, this was Tuesday. Vash’s return from the dead had been the biggest shock of the day for them all. Wolfwood had threatened to take the emotional toll of “watching him die” out of his ass, but Meryl had been the one to make good on it with a mean left hook. She’d punched him straight in the face before jumping into him, arms open and hugged him tight. The girls had found him, but there just was no time for proper reactions to grief then. And now Vash was talking his bruised face right into a bakery. “Come on! They’re up and running again already! If you don’t hurry up, you’ll miss the first fresh batch!” “Is he always like this?” Amelia asked. “Yep!” Milly chimed. “Everywhere we go, Vash finds the best donut shop in town! It’s like he has a radar or something!” “It’s a miracle he’s not a lard lad,” Meryl groused. “He’s as skinny as a twig while he eats like a hog.” “Maybe Mr. Vash just has a high metamorphosis!” “That’s metabolism, Milly.” “If it’s the place he got me breakfast from,” Ameliia said, “I’m game.” Everyone gave her a quick look. Meryl had a bit of a glare. “As long as they have coffee,” Wolfwood shrugged, going inside to be just about assaulted by Vash carrying a massive pink cardboard box with a fresh dozen of a colorful assortment of glazed and frosted donuts while balancing another such box in another hand and holding a big fresh glazed treasure in his mouth.
