[ as the children's attention sways back to the other man, crowding around silco and holding out their hands and waving for the coins that he was giving out, vash has slowly picked himself back up from where he's been folded over like an armadillo. as dusty and unkempt he looks from all that commotion (which seems, somehow, the usual state of being for him) vash doesn't seem to mind it at all, looking apparently quite charmed by the kids regardless and watching them chatter excitedly to each other and to silco, with a happy smile on his face.
he dusts down his coat, brushes the gravel from his hair - waves goodbye to some of the kids who came running back to show off their spoils of war - and finally when the last of the yelling has faded to the distance, turns back to the other. even if silco was the cause of such trouble, vash certainly doesn't seem to hold it against him, with the way he is grinning. ]
Haha, I'm alright - Thanks for helping me out!
[ is that sarcasm, or is he being that stupidly sincere? ]
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he dusts down his coat, brushes the gravel from his hair - waves goodbye to some of the kids who came running back to show off their spoils of war - and finally when the last of the yelling has faded to the distance, turns back to the other. even if silco was the cause of such trouble, vash certainly doesn't seem to hold it against him, with the way he is grinning. ]
Haha, I'm alright - Thanks for helping me out!
[ is that sarcasm, or is he being that stupidly sincere? ]