[There's a disgusted but unsurprised snort at Vash's non-answer; it's certain he'll just find out what he wanted to know and do what he wanted anyway, whether or not his brother liked it. It's how he's operated for decades. He lifts his own book in acknowledgment when Vash mentions it, before setting it back down, in favor of shaking out his jacket (a small crab tumbles free) and shrugging it on.
This proves to be a bad idea; new feather wings are incredibly sensitive. The sharp hiss that follows marks how much it probably hurts but the jacket doesn't come back off. Boots could wait, as could different pants and shirt. He had them but it wasn't needed yet. The air wasn't cooling fast enough to suggest the bitter desert cold would ever be an issue.
Knives glances briefly towards the mountains, expressionless. So many things to kill, no ways to do it.]
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Date: 2013-05-23 03:22 am (UTC)This proves to be a bad idea; new feather wings are incredibly sensitive. The sharp hiss that follows marks how much it probably hurts but the jacket doesn't come back off. Boots could wait, as could different pants and shirt. He had them but it wasn't needed yet. The air wasn't cooling fast enough to suggest the bitter desert cold would ever be an issue.
Knives glances briefly towards the mountains, expressionless. So many things to kill, no ways to do it.]
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