[ vash takes the pumpkin almost half by sheer reflex alone, nearly dropping the pen as it's shoved at his chest. ]
Um ... [ his expression flickers from surprise to something a little more like some kind of sheepish understanding, or maybe it's embarrassment, and he shifts to hold it more securely in one hand and then instead of pressing his point, deftly turns the pen around so that the handle points to dante. ]
Then how about you draw on mine instead? Then we can both go see what the prize is!
[Staring down at the pen and then back up at Vash, Dante can't help but suddenly feel a little... guilty. They take it, but don't go to draw immediately, fiddling with it back and forth until finally--]
< Okay, look. Do you know a good way to wash this off metal? I'll... I'll allow one drawing. It was my pumpkin, so there's no reason for you to have it done too. >
[Nevermind the fact that they'd just tried to foist the consequences on to someone else.]
[ even if he's the one who offered in the first place (not to mention caused this whole problem to arise in the first place too...), vash has the gall to look surprised when dante comes up with a third secret suggestion. ]
Oh! Um ... I'm not actually sure. Maybe some kind of alcohol?
[ but, as surreal as it might seem, that is their face. he wouldn't feel right about rubbing that on anyone's face, metal or not! ]
Honestly, I don't mind! You can just do a tiny one, it's fine! It'll just wash off, probably!
[ so you're okay with putting rubbing alcohol on your face, vash? ]
< Are you sure? If the alcohol takes it off just fine, I can just wipe it off the moment we get the prize, no harm, no foul. It'll probably be a lot harder on skin. And, uh, maybe it'll be fine if it's seasonal? >
[They shrug awkwardly]
< Then it can actually be a costume instead of just me. >
this is that two people in front of a door meme .....
[ that much was, even to a blockhead like vash, obvious ... and now he feels bad for trying to get dante to do it in the first place!!! so he's going to be extremely stubborn about not letting them do that. ] So it's alright, I don't mind. Um, just as long as it's nothing too weird, okay?
[They want to argue, but arguing doesn't seem to be getting them--either of them--anywhere. The marker is in their hands, a responsibility they (mostly) didn't ask for, but has been given to them nonetheless. One they must see through to the end.]
< O-Okay, fine. I'll make it quick. >
[They reach out and draw the first small, inoffensive thing they can think of on his cheek: a little star. It... actually looks okay, especially for a place with so many people already dressing up.]
< There. That's done. > [They hold the pen back out to Vash] < Your turn. >
[ listen - in vash's head, this makes perfect sense. the prize is right there, and dante doesn't want anything drawn on their face. so it's only fair that they do it to him, and then go get the prize that they rightfully deserve, right? that's a perfect argument!
without any protest, vash will willingly present his face for dante's ministration - the other drawing a quick, small something on his cheek. ]
See, that wasn't too hard, was it?
[ he's about to present the pumpkin back to the other, but. yet another hurdle of argument to climb ... ]
[ despite the fact that he can't see any expression whatsoever on dante's face, something about it (or maybe it's the firm tone of voice) makes him hesitantly pick the pen up from the other's fingers, hand hovering in the air as he thinks about what he could do ... ]
Um ... Sorry. [ is it something to apologise for???
he carefully draws two dots and a little curved line, just on the very edge of the dial. hope they don't mind that they've now got a tiny little smiley face!!! ]
[They can't feel what Vash puts on their face, but from how quick he was and his attitude during their interaction, Dante assumes it was something nice and simple.
And with that, they slump forward in relief, letting out the breath they hadn't been holding. Crisis averted! And since both of them have done the deed, there's no reason for either of them to feel guilty.
They look back up and point to the pumpkin. ]
< Okay! Okay. That makes both of us, so we're in the clear. >
[ for all the fuss that the both of them made about drawing things on each other, it ended ... somehow not as bad as expected. which is good!
when he pulls away with the pen, vash grins widely in similar sort of relief, even if there's no such expression to be detected on dante's face, of course. ]
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Um ... [ his expression flickers from surprise to something a little more like some kind of sheepish understanding, or maybe it's embarrassment, and he shifts to hold it more securely in one hand and then instead of pressing his point, deftly turns the pen around so that the handle points to dante. ]
Then how about you draw on mine instead? Then we can both go see what the prize is!
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< Okay, look. Do you know a good way to wash this off metal? I'll... I'll allow one drawing. It was my pumpkin, so there's no reason for you to have it done too. >
[Nevermind the fact that they'd just tried to foist the consequences on to someone else.]
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Oh! Um ... I'm not actually sure. Maybe some kind of alcohol?
[ but, as surreal as it might seem, that is their face. he wouldn't feel right about rubbing that on anyone's face, metal or not! ]
Honestly, I don't mind! You can just do a tiny one, it's fine! It'll just wash off, probably!
[ so you're okay with putting rubbing alcohol on your face, vash? ]
oh god they've reached an impasse.
[They shrug awkwardly]
< Then it can actually be a costume instead of just me. >
this is that two people in front of a door meme .....
[ that much was, even to a blockhead like vash, obvious ... and now he feels bad for trying to get dante to do it in the first place!!! so he's going to be extremely stubborn about not letting them do that. ] So it's alright, I don't mind. Um, just as long as it's nothing too weird, okay?
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[They want to argue, but arguing doesn't seem to be getting them--either of them--anywhere. The marker is in their hands, a responsibility they (mostly) didn't ask for, but has been given to them nonetheless. One they must see through to the end.]
< O-Okay, fine. I'll make it quick. >
[They reach out and draw the first small, inoffensive thing they can think of on his cheek: a little star. It... actually looks okay, especially for a place with so many people already dressing up.]
< There. That's done. > [They hold the pen back out to Vash] < Your turn. >
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without any protest, vash will willingly present his face for dante's ministration - the other drawing a quick, small something on his cheek. ]
See, that wasn't too hard, was it?
[ he's about to present the pumpkin back to the other, but. yet another hurdle of argument to climb ... ]
M- my turn??
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[Despite lacking an expression, they manage to look totally serious. Maybe it's something with the light?]
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Um ... Sorry. [ is it something to apologise for???
he carefully draws two dots and a little curved line, just on the very edge of the dial. hope they don't mind that they've now got a tiny little smiley face!!! ]
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And with that, they slump forward in relief, letting out the breath they hadn't been holding. Crisis averted! And since both of them have done the deed, there's no reason for either of them to feel guilty.
They look back up and point to the pumpkin. ]
< Okay! Okay. That makes both of us, so we're in the clear. >
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when he pulls away with the pen, vash grins widely in similar sort of relief, even if there's no such expression to be detected on dante's face, of course. ]
Alright! Here we go! Let's get that prize!!!