( this place has been a sort of … lesson in anger management, one could say, with regard to just how well he's been able to control his own temper since his arrival; a lot of it has to do with the fact that he still feels empty without the powers that had defined him as an independent, and pile the need to do things like eat and sleep and perform other human bodily functions on top of that —
it's been an adjustment, to say the very least of it. but narration is pretty sure that everyone that knows him more than just in passing would say that he's made more than just a little bit of progress.
so don't scowl too much, small one. your face is too pretty for things like that.
who the fuck said that!?
he's never been very good at sitting still, it's true, even when vash has always been the one brimming with restless energy; having always had an outlet for it before, his day-to-day in this place can sometimes feel … mundane, more than anything else, but he supposes he could chalk all of that up to it all being so different. and maybe it's part of the reason he'd been focusing on connecting with others more than he would have otherwise.
he picks up his mug and blows absently at the steam swirling upward, gaze flicking briefly down to meryl directly and then settling somewhere off-center. not looking at her, but keeping her in his periphery. )
I don't see it as going out of my way if I wish to do it. ( he says plainly, the implied duh lingering on the back of his tongue as though it might actually come out of him. it will not. that's more of a vash thing. ) There is also gardening … Cain has given me something to take care of and I would prefer not to disappoint him. ( he gave the plant a plant.
he and vash are gonna make a plot for him to do his own gardening … probably … in the very near future. and then this one is going to learn how to take care of plants that don't produce anything but what you get from photosynthesis. novel concept, innit. )
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it's been an adjustment, to say the very least of it. but narration is pretty sure that everyone that knows him more than just in passing would say that he's made more than just a little bit of progress.
so don't scowl too much, small one. your face is too pretty for things like that.
who the fuck said that!?he's never been very good at sitting still, it's true, even when vash has always been the one brimming with restless energy; having always had an outlet for it before, his day-to-day in this place can sometimes feel … mundane, more than anything else, but he supposes he could chalk all of that up to it all being so different. and maybe it's part of the reason he'd been focusing on connecting with others more than he would have otherwise.
he picks up his mug and blows absently at the steam swirling upward, gaze flicking briefly down to meryl directly and then settling somewhere off-center. not looking at her, but keeping her in his periphery. )
I don't see it as going out of my way if I wish to do it. ( he says plainly, the implied duh lingering on the back of his tongue as though it might actually come out of him. it will not. that's more of a vash thing. ) There is also gardening … Cain has given me something to take care of and I would prefer not to disappoint him. ( he gave the plant a plant.
he and vash are gonna make a plot for him to do his own gardening … probably … in the very near future. and then this one is going to learn how to take care of plants that don't produce anything but what you get from photosynthesis. novel concept, innit. )