「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- The store was small and crowded and he was here on a mission to find some essentials for the kitchen. He had been cooking more than ever now that he had a consistent kitchen to use. Those few meals he'd made back home had become staples. Things that he knew how to make and could make well. Things that reminded him of home in a land built on foreign ground in so many ways. However, there were still kitchen items that he had yet to acquire, ones that might be of slightly more use to his roommate.
Vash was perusing oven mitts for a set that the other man he was housed might like (he was partial to green, it seemed). He picked up a pair of forest green oven mittens and turned. Only to smack right into someone.
"Ah, man, sorry 'bout that…" Then he looked up at the person he had bumped into and his face paled just slightly. Vash was already quite tall at 6'4", but this man wasn't just tall. He was big. It almost reminded him of the brief glimpses he'd gotten of the Nebraska family or the leader of the Bad Lads Gang, B.D.N. (Brilliant Dynamites Neon).
The gunslinger held the oven mitts tighter in his hands.
Although he really didn't think much in terms of whether or not he could slip by the man, he certainly didn't want any trouble. In fact, it'd be very much favorable if he the guy ignored him all together.
He managed a slight smile, "Hey there, friend, I really am sorry about that."
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