[As an adult, and with his hair not in the almost-signature style Rem had combed it into so long ago, Vash's resemblance to anyone at all that Knives knows is pretty much nil. Knives spots him a little ways off and keeps an eye on him as he approaches, but there was still the sense that they were the same kind, and that was all the reassurance he really needed.
Sometimes instinct is actually beneficial.
As Vash actually arrives he stops his determined digging and wipes his hands on his pants, leaving sand streaks on them. They'd been clean, but now they're more a shade of tan than white, and a little soggy around the ankles; at some point he struck the water table.]
Hello. Um. I found water. And this shell. And a bunch of sparkly rocks..
[The shell and rocks are neatly set at the edge of the hole.]
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Sometimes instinct is actually beneficial.
As Vash actually arrives he stops his determined digging and wipes his hands on his pants, leaving sand streaks on them. They'd been clean, but now they're more a shade of tan than white, and a little soggy around the ankles; at some point he struck the water table.]
Hello. Um. I found water. And this shell. And a bunch of sparkly rocks..
[The shell and rocks are neatly set at the edge of the hole.]