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That got Marcus to turn his head with a very dubious look on his face. "Why would you have lots of gunpowder?"

He looked back at the table. "In order to use enough for it to work on this, I think your flat might have to go with it. No screwdrivers? ... Magic?" In this world, who knew. Maybe plants had secret magic Vash didn't tell him of yet.

Vash waves his hand towards his dresser where his holster containing his gun is hanging off of a half open drawer full of socks. Feeling too tired to sit up and properly point at it. "For my guns. I make my own bullets sometimes because gunpowder can be cheaper than prepared ammunition."

He considers Marcus's question about magic. His brother can make blades out of his body, but... "No magic. You?"

"You know how to make bullets?" Or have the equipment to do it. But Vash, having been in the city as long as he had, made sense that he would know where to go for such things. It was only a matter of connections, and it was true that those would be cheaper.

"But do you need that much bullets?"

Slowly Marcus shook his head. "No, no magic either. You need anything else right now? I already called in work, they won't be expecting us anymore."

"Yeah, I do. A lot of people do where I'm from." Most people had guns in their hands before they know how to walk where Vash is from.

He sighs in relief when he hears about not having to go into work. "I-- I don't know." He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "I think maybe I should get out of here."

"In your current state?" Yet Marcus took a glance at the crime scene behind Vash and he could almost understand. Perhaps this was pretty traumatic and anywhere would be better for Vash than here.

"I doubt I still have access to my place in the Downs, so if you want to go somewhere, we're going to need to either head into the Up or find somewhere public." Marcus might have his bike here with him, but he didn't think Vash should be on the road too long, even riding double. "If you can promise me you won't fall off the bike, let's see if we can get you out of here."

"Why don't you have access anymore?" He carefully sits up with a small wince. "And I wouldn't fall off. My best friend back home rides bikes and I haven't fallen off----- recently."

"It's been over a month since I lived there ever since I moved out to the Up," Marcus explained. He didn't do an official move, but he didn't think they'd keep an empty place around for a sub. This wasn't that sort of place.

"And when was the last time you rode a bike?" He seemed to recall Vash mentioning he had been in this world for at least two years as well.

"We could go to your place in the Up? If we need to." Vash suggests. Getting to his feet and moving towards his boots.

"And it wasn't that long ago!" Not when you compare it to the rest of his life.

"Can you move that far?" Vash was pretty battered, and while Marcus believed he was no regular human, he didn't think he was a quick healer. He could be wrong.

"Let's get you up first. We can decide where to go after we get out of here." He moved to help Vash up, offering him any help he might need, like a shoulder if necessary.

"I've been through worse. There was one time I was in a building when it collapsed and I was still able to leave town." Which was completely different, but Vash didn't really care. "Just might need help moving up and down stairs."

"Building's not collapsing here and you don't have a town to leave to." Marcus could have carried him, probably, but Vash looked like he could remain vertical on his own. Good enough, he'll just lend his shoulder then.

"Watch your step." He helped Vash into his coat and they were on their way. Thankfully he parked his bike close, but damn that these Down buildings didn't have elevators. "Good to know you're a tough nut to kill though. I like that in a person."

Vash very much appreciates that shoulder to lean on. "It's because I have a hard head. I've been called rock headed before." Vash glances at the bike. A part of him wants to groan that it's not a car he can just rest and fall asleep in, but he's still thankful that they're not walking.

Cain couldn't really afford a car. He wouldn't want one either, a bike was easier to park and more freeing than a convertible ever could be. He did offer Vash his helmet though, just in case that hard head needed the extra protection if he fell off the bike in his state.

"Try not to fall off. You okay if we find somewhere outdoor?"

"I like being outdoors. I won't fall off." He takes the helmet and considers it for a couple seconds. "Don't you need this? I think you should wear it."

"Trust me, you'll need it more." Not like Marcus could actually get killed from falling off the bike. While he wasn't sure if Vash could, he would guess that the Plant wasn't immortal. "You really don't look great," he added in case Vash thought there were other meanings.

Too tired to argue any further Vash places the helmet on his head. The fact that he hasn't had a chance to style it up today in it's usual spikes is helpful. He winces as he climbs onto the bike. "Do I really look that bad?"

"A little," which was about as much sugar coating as Marcus would do for the other. He never was one for euphemisms even if Vash was.

The bike wasn't huge like the one he used to own back home, but it was good quality, and with added adjustments which was why it was big enough to sit him comfortably even when it's previous owner was a woman. It was enough for Vash to get in behind him. "Hold on tight. Don't think I won't pull out the grapple hooks to tie you in place."

With a chuckle he swings his leg onto the bike. Hugging tight to Marcus before resting his head against the man's back. "Don't you worry. I won't let go."

Kicking up the bike, they were on their way. Despite Vash's state, Marcus decided to take the route that would take them to the Up rather than remaining in the glum Down. Once they were in the open he took the scenic route, judging by Vash's right grip that he was okay, and decided to go around the edge of the island that looked along the island coast.

He didn't stop until they were away from the busy metropolis and found a little corner of natural quiet that faced the water. "Care to rest of the grass?"

Vash allows himself to zone out as they travel. Staring off and not really seeing the scenery they were driving past and trusting Marcus enough to not worry about keeping track of where they were going. His mind getting lost in the past and thinking about his sister.

"Huh?" He's almost not fully aware that they've stopped. "Oh. Yeah. Might not be a bad idea."

"We're on the outskirts of town, kind of. Far enough from city center anyway that there shouldn't be anyone to bother us." Cain helped Vash off the bike if he needed any, and took the two of them over to a large patch of grass. The ocean stretched out before them, endless and glittering in the late morning sun. The city was behind them, the gray of buildings easily viewable still.

"Weather's not bad... I know I don't like enclosed spaces if I'm feeling on edge." Ocean wasn't much better, but he recalled Vash liked seeing it.

He manages to get off the bike without completely embarrassing himself. Breathing in the fresh air deeply before letting it out again slowly. Already feeling more refreshed just being outside. "It's nice being outside and it not being insanely hot out."

"Before there were buildings, there's only... This. Sky, earth, water. I guess you can call this going back to the roots a bit." Parking the bike off to the side, Cain stretched his legs, keeping one eye on Vash without seeking to crowd him. "We can spend the day here, or until one of us get hungry enough to go back."

"Yeah." It brings Vash back. Remembering how No Man's Land looked before the people started to build. Nothing but sky, sand, and wrecked space ships. "Roots." This were much better roots than what he had left back home. "It's peaceful here."

Cain honestly didn't like it. It reminded him of loneliness, desolation, and a danger of eternal suffering, but he was here with someone, so it was bearable. Vash needed it after the horror of his morning though, so that was why Cain brought them out here.

"Yeah. You can leave the city behind out here. Forget all the shit they're putting people through, just forget everything. It's lonely."

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