[ hold on — yes, what else is he to do? nothing, that's what, and he is definitely making some kind of exasperated noise at the back of his throat at that, but does as directed nevertheless.
what happens next is at once more baffling and interesting at once: viktor wishes he could see more of it, taking real note of that metallic arm for the first time now with great interest, and the sound of the wire intrigues him... only, then they're rising through the air and he lets out yet another yelp (another blow to his already-battered dignity, today), holding onto vash for dear life.
and then they're on the rooftop, and viktor finally has his feet under him; well, his crutch in his hand first of all, for him to lean onto... and then he's quite simply pushing the hat to vash's hands. ]
I am beginning to realise your idea of "fun" vastly differs from mine.
[ vash laughs - an easy, carefree sort of ring to it, even with the way his brow furrows as though on the verge of apologising - and clutches the hat to his chest as it's pushed towards him. against the dark fabric the gleam of glass-green metal would be more apparent, a clever imitation of muscles and bones that fit together and slide with every motion. ]
Hahaha ... well, at least the view is nice, isn't it?
[ it's not often that he ends up in the rooftops these days, so it's quite a novel thing for him too! they are in the older part of town from the vantage point, with cobblestone streets and shingled roof tiles (sturdier than they might look beneath his feet, just in case viktor has second misgivings about it) - and a little beyond them, past rows of trees, the modern, higher buildings sparkle in the evening dusk.
nevermind the few cages at their eye level swinging and creaking creepily, though. vash stares out at the sparkling lights of the windows and the lanterns on the streets, before turning his head back towards the other with another, vaguely awkward grin. ]
... Sorry, I do appreciate you helping out. I'll let you down in a little bit! I just need to hold onto this until sundown.
[ the comment makes viktor actually properly look at the view in front of them — and yes, he has to concede the point, it is a rather nice view. especially given that he is hardly in the habit of climbing to rooftops, oh, ever. ]
... Yes. I suppose it is.
[ which is as good of an agreement that he's going to allow. still; he sighs, by now more or less resigned to his fate.
instead of commenting on the hat or the game, though, he nods towards vash's arm. ]
Well, if we are to be stuck here, you might as well make it worth my while. Your arm — the engineering seems remarkable.
[ he isn't so obvious enough to act surprised - after all, it's not every day that you run into someone with an arm like this; even if it sounds a little like showing off, it really isn't! - but there is a self conscious slant to vash's grin as he turns back towards the other, carefully picking his way across the rooftop so he can docilly present the said appendage for viktor's perusal.
well, he's making up for dragging the other man into this mess, right? hopefully this is almost good enough to make up for all the trouble ... ]
Uh, yeah! Someone I know - made it for me. Cool, right?
[ the metal is more glass-like, strange in its odd semi-transparency that catches at all the intricate joints and parts that make up the bone-like limb - vash wriggles his fingers, half for show and half to dispel the awkwardness standing in his shoulders, before holding it out, palm facing upwards, towards viktor. ]
[ it is a feat of incredible engineering skill, indeed, and viktor would be a fool not to marvel at it — and strange though it may be, he can't help but raise the hand not clutching on his crutch and touch vash's gently, his fingers catching onto his palm, turning it around, watching how the joints move. ]
Fascinating. What material is this?
[ it is almost like a metal-glass hybrid of sorts, something he doesn't think he's seen before. ]
[ so much information has been lost in the fall, and what little people have to go upon are guarded jealously in the big cities ... most people are content to just call these incomprehensible, far-off terran artifacts 'lost technology', or else treat it as some mystical creations from when men weren't barely clinging onto life on some deserted, desolate planet. ]
But more importantly, why don't you sit down?? It's a little difficult, right?
[ there is a narrow but sturdy ledge on the rooftop near them, evidently used when people are up here repairing the tiles and such other tasks ... and vash carefully curls his fingers around the other's hand, the inflexible metal cold around his, to steady viktor. ]
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what happens next is at once more baffling and interesting at once: viktor wishes he could see more of it, taking real note of that metallic arm for the first time now with great interest, and the sound of the wire intrigues him... only, then they're rising through the air and he lets out yet another yelp (another blow to his already-battered dignity, today), holding onto vash for dear life.
and then they're on the rooftop, and viktor finally has his feet under him; well, his crutch in his hand first of all, for him to lean onto... and then he's quite simply pushing the hat to vash's hands. ]
I am beginning to realise your idea of "fun" vastly differs from mine.
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Hahaha ... well, at least the view is nice, isn't it?
[ it's not often that he ends up in the rooftops these days, so it's quite a novel thing for him too! they are in the older part of town from the vantage point, with cobblestone streets and shingled roof tiles (sturdier than they might look beneath his feet, just in case viktor has second misgivings about it) - and a little beyond them, past rows of trees, the modern, higher buildings sparkle in the evening dusk.
nevermind the few cages at their eye level swinging and creaking creepily, though. vash stares out at the sparkling lights of the windows and the lanterns on the streets, before turning his head back towards the other with another, vaguely awkward grin. ]
... Sorry, I do appreciate you helping out. I'll let you down in a little bit! I just need to hold onto this until sundown.
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... Yes. I suppose it is.
[ which is as good of an agreement that he's going to allow. still; he sighs, by now more or less resigned to his fate.
instead of commenting on the hat or the game, though, he nods towards vash's arm. ]
Well, if we are to be stuck here, you might as well make it worth my while. Your arm — the engineering seems remarkable.
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well, he's making up for dragging the other man into this mess, right? hopefully this is almost good enough to make up for all the trouble ... ]
Uh, yeah! Someone I know - made it for me. Cool, right?
[ the metal is more glass-like, strange in its odd semi-transparency that catches at all the intricate joints and parts that make up the bone-like limb - vash wriggles his fingers, half for show and half to dispel the awkwardness standing in his shoulders, before holding it out, palm facing upwards, towards viktor. ]
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Fascinating. What material is this?
[ it is almost like a metal-glass hybrid of sorts, something he doesn't think he's seen before. ]
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[ so much information has been lost in the fall, and what little people have to go upon are guarded jealously in the big cities ... most people are content to just call these incomprehensible, far-off terran artifacts 'lost technology', or else treat it as some mystical creations from when men weren't barely clinging onto life on some deserted, desolate planet. ]
But more importantly, why don't you sit down?? It's a little difficult, right?
[ there is a narrow but sturdy ledge on the rooftop near them, evidently used when people are up here repairing the tiles and such other tasks ... and vash carefully curls his fingers around the other's hand, the inflexible metal cold around his, to steady viktor. ]