museunboxing | PSL for arkfall

[With their pleasant customer service smile they'll collect the donuts. Having it over with a happy: Have a pleasant day.

Vash will take the box of donuts before heading back out.] Shall we eat as we walk to my pl- my old place?

Do you usually eat donuts while walking?

Walking, sitting, running, dancing, talking, climbing. I'll eat them while doing anything really. [In fact he starts eating one right now.]

[Knives raises a brow at Vash and then reaches to take one from the box.]

[Speaking with his mouthful he holds the box so Knives can take one.] They're really fresh! Nice and warm! You should love it!

[Knives is awkward as it tries it, but once he bites down he is surprised by the texture and the way that it almost melts in his mouth.

His eyes widen a tick as he experiences the flavor.]

Hn. Interesting.

I'm not used to you being right about something. [That's more teasing because it had turned out that Vash was right about basically everything.]

You really do like them?! [Vash is surprised by how important and excited this suddenly was to him.]

I do. [He also is surprised by how nice it is to make Vash happy. It makes his chest feel warm in a way he hasn't felt in a very, very long time.]

Alright. Then I'll try not to eat all of them. [The keyword being that he will try seeing as he's already reaching for another one.] You should try more foods. I think you'll find you enjoy eating even if you don't have to do it very often.

I'll try the things that are your favorites. [Knives says after a moment, as he was busy finishing off the donut.]

So only give me the best of the best.

Alright! Then let's have salmon sandwiches for dinner! No! Pasta! No wait, hamburgers would be better! Or steak! No, pizza! Oh, or what about pizza bagels.

[Apparently Vash has a long list of "best of the best" when it comes to food. If the string of meals he keeps on listing without end is anything to go by.

The closer they get the the apartment Knives may notice the more people make a point to wave and greet Vash. A tip of a hat, a smile, or a wave. A few people even call him by name and ask how he's doing as they continue on with their day. The majority of people in the Down are submissives, but there are a few dominants that say hello as well.

Vash always gives a smile back and tells them that he's well and hopes they are the same. Addressing each person by their name. No one notices the hidden tension Vash keeps out of his body language and voice, but Knives may pick up that Vash is nervous. Vash's eye constantly flicking towards his brother at every interaction. Clearly waiting for something to happen and hoping that it doesn't.

Luckily they're all pretty tame. In fact Vash's building is in their sights. Too bad that's when the people Vash knows goes from passing acquaints to something a bit more personal.]

Vash! [A well built man with a submissive mark under his chin dressed only in black, skin tight assless chaps pushes himself off a wall to wrap his arm around the former outlaw.] Hey, buddy. It's nearly the end of the month. [The human looking man runs a finger along Vash's jawline as he tries to sputter out an excuse and pull away from the arm around his neck.] I was hoping you needed help with your quota again.

No! No, no! I'm good. Very busy! Have to keep moving!

[The man laughs and easily let's go as Vash quickly tries to move away from him.] Aw, come on. I'll let you do a buy one, get one. That way your hot friend can join. [The man does a double take. Clearly just starting to put two and two together with how similar these two look. Having been too focused on Vash to notice before.]

[Knives doesn't seem like he's going to cause any trouble while in the Down, so at least there's that. Vash is able to sense a general feeling of discontent from him, but it's not focused on the people who come up to Vash or greet him so much as a general sense of being in the Down. It seems that, at least at first, Knives doesn't see the submissives as a threat.

He does, however, see the Down as a stark reminder that his old ideals weren't entirely inaccurate. At the core of his world view was the idea that humanity is incapable to stopping itself from taking advantage of those it deems 'weaker' in some way. Humans cannot stop themselves from exploiting other humans, natural resources, and his and Vash's siblings. The change of culture from the Up and the Down is such a visual and visceral example of that. The wealth and luxury of the Up gives way to the grime and poverty of the Down. Everywhere he looks, there are reminders that the submissives are seen as tools to be used by those who have power over them.

It's despicable and it stirs something in Knives that he makes him feel exhausted and disgusted all at once.

But at least it's not the kind of disgust that had once made him see the humans around him as a sea of maggots and more towards the structural issues that have been set up around him on this world.

Still, he can't help but be curious what kind of allowances and rationalizations Vash makes up to excuse this kind of exploitation and what value he finds in the lives of those who set up a society like this. He'll have to prod his brother into a conversation about it later.

For now, the sex worker utterly distracts him. He's still less violent when the submissive touches his brother though. This man isn't demanding anything of Vash that is degrading, as Knives had already been forced to make peace with the fact that Vash sleeps with people here - even as he was stubbornly is trying to ignore the thought of his brother having sex.

But then, the man ropes him in and that forces him to have to acknowledge it.

Gross.

He glares. But at least glaring is not hurting.]

Tell me, do you usually suggest strangers sleep with their brothers or are Vash and I just special?

Who doesn't want twins? [The man clearly doesn't seem at all perturb by Knives's demure, but Vash is nervous. Even with the smile still on his face it was hard not to see that.

The man gives Vash a light, friendly slap with the back of his hand to Vash's chest.] You didn't tell me you had a twin! If he can take as much as you did, hell, if he can recover half as fast as you screw the deal. I'll give you a freebie.

No, I think we should go. [Vash starts walking towards his apartment without turning around. His eyes locked with his brother as he mentally pleads with him.] Let's go, Knives. He's joking.

Come on Vash. You two won't find a better deal than that. You know I'm good and clean. Or you afraid of your brother hearing the way I make you squeal. [He laughs lightly. Use to Vash getting red in the face at this type of teasing before and it all being in good fun. He doesn't make any sort of move to follow the pair if Knives decides to follow Vash away from this friendly sex worker.]

[Knives doesn't move to follow his brother right away. For a moment, he just considers the man speaking. His lip is curled in a scowl as he seem to judge the whole concept of 'wanting twins.'

It isn't entirely clear what he plans to do, if he'll lash out or say something to the stranger, but in the end he gives up and leaves to follow Vash.

He knows had he met this man before, he probably would have killed him. Or at least attempted to, as Vash was right there and would have tried to stop him. It would have led to a fight, one that might have destroyed part of the city.

But now, he simply turns and follows his brother, unsettled by the exchange, but not homicidal.

He waits until he's sure the man doesn't follow before speaking.]

That man implied you were a masochist, brother. Is that true? Because that would explain a lot.

[The man won't follow. Having customers to look for. Besides, he's use to Vash telling him no by now that it's what he's come to expect.

Vash's relief when his brother starts to follow him doesn't last long when he asks his question. His face nearly instantly matching his red jacket.] Of course I'm not! [He wails miserably for all to hear.] Whatever you're thinking it doesn't explain anything at all!

Hm-mm. [Knives agrees in that tone of voice that makes it clear that he doesn't buy that at all.]

There's nothing wrong with enjoying a bit of pain, Vash. You don't have to be ashamed of it.

[So he went from not wanting to consider his brother in that situation, to teasing him about it. In the next five minutes he might be grossed out again. His moods have been like that today.

But at least joking means he isn't trying to kill anyone.]

No! I don't like pain! Any pain! [It was a lie he had only recently come to know. The truth was he did like a little bit of pain during sex. The stretching, the fingernails against his skin, or teeth biting into him. The way the action could make someone so excited and want his body so bad that they simply struggle or just can't hold themselves back. That sort of thing he did like. Although pain for pain sake was another matter so Vash doesn't think about it in that way as he quickly denies his brother's suggestion.] I bet you just want me to say I do so you can admit that you like it!

I like certain types of pain. [Knives replies after a moment. He doesn't even seem to think this is weird, though, he's pretty sure if he thinks about this too much it will go down dark paths.

Still, there is something to consider there.]

That might be something to take into consideration while we try to figure out a way to fill my quota.

What exactly do they consider sexual enough to fulfill the requirement? If I find a masochist and hurt him until he, ugh, climaxes, does that count?

[This is actually a serious question, because if he can get away with just doing that and not actually fuck anyone he might be happier here.]

What?! [Vash's voice takes on the panicked shrill to it again. Having been startled out of his attempts to stop thinking about how Legato would have probably have lost his mind if Knives has requested not only sex, but to be hurt during it as well.

He clears his throat and then he just sounds frustrated and annoyed again.] No! Of course that doesn't count! [Knives may want to ask someone else about that. As that would be Vash's answer regardless of if it actually worked or not.] You can't go around hurting people on purpose! Besides, I think you have to climax yourself. [That was his working theory at least. The one visit he had to the SLUT centre was because he hadn't tried to fulfill his quota at all and he wasn't about to risk going back to test what happens if he doesn't orgasm at all, but gets three people to do so.]

You would protest that even if it was something the other person wanted? [He's actually legitimately curious about that. Would Vash judge him or his partners for engaging in sadomasochism?]

[Vash bites his lip as he leads them upstairs to his apartment. Unsure of how he wants to respond. He knows he has a scathing, bitter remark that he would LIKE to say but that won't help.] I don't trust you not to take things too far. [A bit of honesty is what he settles on and manages to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Instead he just sounds tired and sad to admit to this truth.]

[Knives doesn't seem offended by that. He understands where his brother is coming from. He also had that thought that if he went down that line of thinking it would get too dark.]

That's probably for the best. [He says quietly, matching Vash's tone.

Then he sighs, not wanting to dwell on that darkness.] Vash, I'm not even sure if I'm capable of... doing this. Any of this.

I don't know if I can even, ugh. You know.

What? [Vash's curiosity comes crawling back. Even if he never wanted to think about his twin doing these sorts of things.] You mean, you never-- ah, um, you know? To yourself? Not once? [Vash hadn't been surprised to hear his brother was a virgin like he, himself was when he first arrived. It was another to think his brother had never once masturbated. Surely he had done that at least. It felt so good!

When Vash opens the door the apartment isn't very special. Two beds. Vash's is easy to spot as it's the one with a donut pillow on it. Not to mention unmade and covered in donut crumbs. The sheets are a normal creme colour as be hasn't bothered to buy new ones. Although there is a thick red blanket that's fallen onto the floor that he has for winter.

There are several empty bottles that are near that bed of his and a few mostly full ones sitting on top of his dresser. Surrounded by a few empty posts of dirt. Two of them showing the start of something green peeking out. The others having been over watered, but Vash still not able to give up on them.]

[Knives goes over to the plants to inspect them, looking over the damage done to the ones with too much water and trying to figure out what could be done to save them.]

No. [He answers Vash, though he doesn't look up from the plants.] I've never been interested in that kind of thing.

Really? You've really never, ah, felt a certain sort of itch down there? [Vash moves to his closest to take out a travel bag. A brief moment of hesitation before he picks it up. For so long back home he rarely fully unpacked. Always ready to take off on the run again, but here he hadn't even looked at a suitcase in months. It hurt a little to think about how he had let himself think his life might be finally growing a little stable.

Then the feeling passes and he heads to the dresser. Stuffing what little spare clothing he has into his bag. Not caring if it ends up wrinkled.]

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