Comes back with his milkshake because he isn't done with you spiky.
" And another thing? I don't just want you to suffer. I want you to be miserable and sniffling and sobbing and sitting in a pile of your own filthy laundry in the most disgusting and unkept motel on this side of the star system. I hope you wake up with a mild headache every single day until the heat death of the universe kills all of us. I am forbidden from causing you direct physical harm, thus I will enact this moderate harassment. May the saloons cease to serve your favorite flavor of soda pop and may every other soft drink that you acquire be flat and disappointing. Just like you. This is a curse and may it manifest fully. "
Leaves.
Comes back.
" Also I will pray every single day that your other arm falls off. "
his brows seem to raise more with each completed sentence.
of course, vash is no stranger to hostile reactions from humans, whether verbal or physical, but this deranged manifesto being laid at his feet unprovoked by a stranger seems– very specifically malicious. he's unsure whether he should be staring at this guy's face or the milkshake that seems to clash heavily with the menacing aura.
only after the man leaves for a second time does something in his words ring a bell in his mind.
" hey, wait, what? forbidden by who? "
a pause.
" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PRAY MY ARM WILL FALL OFF ? "
