[Vash doesn't like that tone. Or the feeling he can sense from his brother. Automatically he turns the burner on the water down to a very low simmer as he moves to head to the couch. Suspecting that this isn't a yell from the kitchen sort of problem.]
What? What is it? [Please tell him that the only pants Knives could find had the ass cut out of them and that's why he's upset. Only no. His brother is sitting glaring at a piece of paper. His heart sinks.] Let me guess. Not a letter about orientation? [They were getting faster with their fines.] How much money do they want?
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What? What is it? [Please tell him that the only pants Knives could find had the ass cut out of them and that's why he's upset. Only no. His brother is sitting glaring at a piece of paper. His heart sinks.] Let me guess. Not a letter about orientation? [They were getting faster with their fines.] How much money do they want?