#meetwccds

[neverrcryarch]

@meetwccds ft. dennis.

"no dee, i'm not going shopping with you. the bar is closed today, and you want to go outside and interact with people?" i let out a tisk and shake my head, rolling my eyes in her direction. "i'm going to get good and drunk and stay inside." i pause for a moment, an insult to get her to leave sitting on the tip of my tongue. but ... i change my mind. "you can join me, if you want."

[melpcmene-arch]

💋 to Vash from Meryl if you wanna

Send me a  💋 to shut my muse up with a kiss. Add +reverse for my muse to kiss yours to shut them up. ( ACCEPTING )

He was going on and on about the prices of things, saying this and that, obviously having a big opinion on what he should spend. After all, it was Vash's own spending money! He earns what he earns! It's funny how the one that is running around with a 60 billion double dollars on his head happens to struggle with money. Spending bullets costs more than spending on dozens upon dozens of doughnuts. ( Or slices of pizza, or any kinds of food that should be in Vash's stomach. ) But it seems that is something Meryl can no longer tolerate. Or so Vash had thought afterwards when the insurance girl yanked him down to silence his dumb ass with a kiss.

And it took some time to process this, because despite how much Vash has attempted to woo women, Vash has never passed the kissing step. He typically manages to say one thing or two and then get ignored. ( Or gets taken down a notch or two. But Vash tries and tries again! Because you know what Vash isn't? A big quitter! He ain't that at all. )

Vash blinks and stares, and stares some more, the process in his brain slow like a bad internet connection. Slowly, the redness arose in his face.

And it appears that Vash wasn't the only one blushing, as his blushing face matched Meryl's. He pulled back, and stared. He breathed softly, taking a deep breath here and there. There's a joke somewhere, and Vash failed to find it. However, eventually, Vash gets to it: "So, how does it feel? Kissing a 60 billion double dollar mouth? Grand, innit?"

[melpcmene-arch]

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!” // for Vash from Meryl

Vash scoffs a little: "Careful is my middle name. Vash the Careful Stampede." Pause. He quickly counts on his fingers. "Careful is my third name. Besides, I'm always careful! I'm the definition of careful." The outlaw turns around to suddenly barge into the nearest pole. "ARGHHH!" He rubs his forehead, which is gradually turning red.