#roberto de nero

[breezy-cheezy]

Febuwhump day 2: Flinching (Get in the car, Loser, we're going to July City)

Summary: After watching Vash get kicked out of town, and after doing all they can, Meryl can't let him just...go alone. Not like this. So she and Roberto chase him down. (Missing scene from the end of Episode 3 and before episode 4)

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 Meryl’s eyes scan the horizon, her lips pursed in frustration. Nothing but sand and stars as far as the eyes can see.

 “How can one man walk so fast…” she grumbles, leaning out the window to perhaps find something at a different angle. Roberto, at the wheel for once, just snorts.

 “The townsfolk told him to get out of dodge, so he did. No reason to stick around after that,” he responds, eyes trained steadily ahead. Meryl huffs, leaning further out the window as if to prove a point. The van suddenly swerves, making her yelp and duck in for a second. She glares at the man as he gives her a raised eyebrow. “You’ll fall out.” Meryl rolls her eyes at him, getting up on her knees to peer out the window again, more carefully this time.

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[lost-technology]

Newbie... Yeehawgust Day 22 - Learning the Ropes [IMG ID: Micron pen drawing, black and white. Vash the Stampede, Meryl Stryfe and Roberto DeNiro from Trigun Stampede. Meryl has Vash tied up and on his knees. Roberto is standing behind her thinking that he is too old for this. / END IMG ID] Somehow, my drawing of Vash here looks to me like Dilbert. I am very sorry.

[breezy-cheezy]

Febuwhump day 4: Knife to the Throat (Warm around the fire)

Summary: Vash keeps watch over his little group of companions after their time at the Red Sands. Wolfwood...does not appear to be sleeping well. (this is set after episode 5 of Stampede.

Also all interactions are platonic/found family in nature, so please don’t tag with ships, thanks!)

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 The night is quiet, peaceful even. They’d found a place to stop along the way and set up camp. A rocky overhang that doubled as a shallow cave, making for solid ground to lay their bedrolls and providing shelter from sand in the wind. Could be worse, could be better. It’s more than enough for Vash.

 He sighs, eyes lingering on the chemical fire in the middle of their little space. The nightly hush is broken by the fire and Roberto’s loud snores. Vash and Meryl had giggled together about it at first, when he’d joined them in traveling. Roberto’s snores were so loud, like an engine’s roar. He smiles, watching him slumber away now, Meryl curled into a ball in her own sleeping bag at his back.

 His smile falls when he turns to look at Wolfwood across the way. He’s further from the others, back facing them all, shoulders rising and falling with slow breaths.

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