[ vash isn't too fazed by the Look - if anything, ridiculous outfit or not, he seems pretty comfortable ... almost as though this isn't the worst thing he's had to do. after all, what's a little stupid dress up in the face of having a bit of fun?! ]
Ahaha, come on! It'll be fun!
[ can he even ... wear the outfit when he's semitangible? vash is determined to give his best shot to convince octavian, anyway!
speaking of. something about the other's countenance seems to ring a very feint bell ... something about, you know, the general ghostliness. so vash will stop holding up the egg outfit (i am truly sorry) as though if octavian got a good enough look at it it'll change his mind, lowering his arms to better peer over at the other. ]
[Will it... will it Be Fun, bacon boy... Octavian would prefer not to, all things considered, even without the question of whether or not he can put a costume on. He's been left mostly alone by the locals thanks to this same question, and now here is Breakfast, insisting it will be fun.
He hums, low, and his gaze follows the terrible egg outfit as Vash lowers it down. Fun, he says!!!!]
You would remember. Only two spectres in this city. The other one is youthful and energetic. [@ charles wherever he is, for being the charming ghost,] My name is Octavian.
[ whatever glimmer of recognition he has seems to finally click in vash's brain as his expression lights up like a thousand-watt lightbulb, and the egg costume is lowered further as he takes one step closer towards the other. let's hope that octavian can distract him enough that he forgets about it altogether ... ]
[When you can practically hear the exclamation points... Octavian makes a face, not quite a grimace; yes, the excitable one, he remembers. The one who wants to press the keys for him for free...
He's realizing in record time that he has even less idea of how to handle this pep in person than on the network. He's encountered pep before, one of the miscreants who'd sprung him from his posthumous prison had been so very like this, but at least she had five other people around to temper her. Help. He's lost.]
[ the unimpressed almost-grimace that crosses octavian's face doesn't go unnoticed, per se, but vash doesn't show any signs of noticing it, or minding it in fact; perhaps he's used to it. ]
Hahaha, sorry... [ he doesn't sound sorry at all!
and recovers fast, too, apparently, because he once again raises the costume in one hand. ]
[Well, at least one of them is used to what's going on here—]
...
[.....]
What manner of prize is it.
[Not that he's particularly compelled by prizes, but like, if it's a nice one... Maybe he can cover his face and just be a blind egg? That's always an option. This assuming he can wear a costume for a long period of time without it, like, phasing through his body; probably fine!!]
[ vash pauses, very carefully, at the question. clearly, he hasn't even thought about what kind of prize it would be until octavian decided to point it out - not that he is likely to admit it to the other, of course.
it's probably some kind of snack - chocolate or candy of some sort - but also, it might not be! who really knows, right?
with that, vash will practically bat his lashes at the other in an effort at distraction. ]
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Ahaha, come on! It'll be fun!
[ can he even ... wear the outfit when he's semitangible? vash is determined to give his best shot to convince octavian, anyway!
speaking of. something about the other's countenance seems to ring a very feint bell ... something about, you know, the general ghostliness. so vash will stop holding up the egg outfit (i am truly sorry) as though if octavian got a good enough look at it it'll change his mind, lowering his arms to better peer over at the other. ]
... Have we met before?
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He hums, low, and his gaze follows the terrible egg outfit as Vash lowers it down. Fun, he says!!!!]
You would remember. Only two spectres in this city. The other one is youthful and energetic. [@ charles wherever he is, for being the charming ghost,] My name is Octavian.
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[ whatever glimmer of recognition he has seems to finally click in vash's brain as his expression lights up like a thousand-watt lightbulb, and the egg costume is lowered further as he takes one step closer towards the other. let's hope that octavian can distract him enough that he forgets about it altogether ... ]
Yes, I remember we talked before! I'm Vash!!!!
[ as if that wasn't obvious ... ]
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He's realizing in record time that he has even less idea of how to handle this pep in person than on the network. He's encountered pep before, one of the miscreants who'd sprung him from his posthumous prison had been so very like this, but at least she had five other people around to temper her. Help. He's lost.]
We did talk. [.....] Hello again.
Afraid you still look ridiculous.
omg time is unreal sorry for the late
Hahaha, sorry... [ he doesn't sound sorry at all!
and recovers fast, too, apparently, because he once again raises the costume in one hand. ]
So how about it? There's a prize at stake here!
opens my arms. time is fake
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[.....]
What manner of prize is it.
[Not that he's particularly compelled by prizes, but like, if it's a nice one... Maybe he can cover his face and just be a blind egg? That's always an option. This assuming he can wear a costume for a long period of time without it, like, phasing through his body; probably fine!!]
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it's probably some kind of snack - chocolate or candy of some sort - but also, it might not be! who really knows, right?
with that, vash will practically bat his lashes at the other in an effort at distraction. ]
Something good, that's for sure!