[ this city is big. vash feels like he has been walking for days and days up unfamiliar pathways and alleys, with no particular destination in mind than to just see how they live - and live they do. everything is bright here. it's not even about the two suns - but you can see it in people's expressions. the chatter of the market. the running feet of children as they weave in and out through the busy crowds of the district. vash isn't too used to big cities - slowly and then increasingly, he has been spending his time skipping from the next small town to the next, even smaller, town, and the difference between those stone and mud buildings beat down by the sun of the open desert with everything soaked in the dry heat haze and dusty with it, to here - everything blending into another, marble to steel to glass that catches the sun - is a lot.
all in all, it's kind of a relief when he catches sight of a familiar sign - a bar - and steps into it without a second thought. it's nice to get out of the bustle; maybe he's more tired than he initially thought. there is a free space at the counter, so vash makes his way and seats himself down without a second thought. until the stranger besides him abruptly comments on- ]
Uh, [ vash's expression flickers from surprise, to a uncertain, awkward smile, and he raises himself back off the seat. ]
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all in all, it's kind of a relief when he catches sight of a familiar sign - a bar - and steps into it without a second thought. it's nice to get out of the bustle; maybe he's more tired than he initially thought. there is a free space at the counter, so vash makes his way and seats himself down without a second thought. until the stranger besides him abruptly comments on- ]
Uh, [ vash's expression flickers from surprise, to a uncertain, awkward smile, and he raises himself back off the seat. ]
You mean, is it broken? It seems okay to me...