[it is a miracle all on its own that vash managed to convince knives to accompany him out here, but here he is all the same. whatever excuses he had on the ready to decline what sounded like a pain in his backside were paltry at best, and maybe maybe he was a little bit curious himself. what were farms here like? just like vash, he only had the old recorded videos and crunchy resolution photos to base his own imaginings on what such a place looked like.
pictures and videos, he realized very quickly upon their arrival, did not mention the smell.
it made some amount of sense, but knives' sensitive nose made the experience just a tad less stellar than vash's own, but stubborn to the very end, he was determined not to let himself be visibly swayed by something that didn't even phase his fool of a brother.
the tasks were simple in direction, but knives' attention was pulled away fairly quickly from raking the hay by another farm resident. when vash calls out to him, knives is crouched by one of the stalls, rake abandoned in favor of carefully petting a calico cat who seems to be very satisfied in consolidating knives' attention.]
Mhm... [a low rumble is his reply to vash's enthusiasm.] Does it look like a cow?
[still delicately scratching behind a tricolored ear with an index finger, knives finally looks up only to see the familiar face of shinjiro standing by the barn doors. his expression remains unchanging, only pulling up a brow in question.]
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pictures and videos, he realized very quickly upon their arrival, did not mention the smell.
it made some amount of sense, but knives' sensitive nose made the experience just a tad less stellar than vash's own, but stubborn to the very end, he was determined not to let himself be visibly swayed by something that didn't even phase his fool of a brother.
the tasks were simple in direction, but knives' attention was pulled away fairly quickly from raking the hay by another farm resident. when vash calls out to him, knives is crouched by one of the stalls, rake abandoned in favor of carefully petting a calico cat who seems to be very satisfied in consolidating knives' attention.]
Mhm... [a low rumble is his reply to vash's enthusiasm.] Does it look like a cow?
[still delicately scratching behind a tricolored ear with an index finger, knives finally looks up only to see the familiar face of shinjiro standing by the barn doors. his expression remains unchanging, only pulling up a brow in question.]
Oh, it's you.