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[fashionably_strong]

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[goldenglasses]

If you're sure, because he sure stays mad at me a long time. [Although he damn well knows the reason for that.] I just worry because sometimes when he's mad he can spit and it's so gross! I would feel horrible if I was the cause of you having to deal with that! YUCK!

[Vegeta's his big brother. Vash is more than happy to pick on him when he's not there to defend himself. Even to his own daughter.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Have a very unimpressed look from your niece, Vash.]

...you know, I don't tend to inspire that kind of anger in him. I think it's just you.

[goldenglasses]

What!? Really? [Vash huffs, like he's annoyed but he clearly isn't that surprised.] Well, that's just not nice! I don't like being spat on! Yuck.

[fashionably_strong]

Can we stop talking about spit, please?

[Bulla makes a face. Seriously, Vash, this is why your older brother finds you annoying. Or part of it, anyway.]

[goldenglasses]

Sounds good to me! Let's talk about something else!

[Something other than spit AND work. He peers around the shops their passing when suddenly he realizes something.] I'm going to have to try these clothes on, aren't I?

[Luckily his scars of the past twenty years are gone for now, but it doesn't make clothes shopping any less boring without them.]

[fashionably_strong]

Of course. It's not like I've shopped for you enough to know what's going to fit right without you trying it on.

[And he dresses sloppily enough that she's not going to credit him with being able to guess his own size by sight alone, either.]

You want to look handsome on your next date, don't you?

[goldenglasses]

[He sighs, defeated.] Yeah, I do. As long as I still look like me and it's comfortable.

[fashionably_strong]

Why wouldn't you look like you? It's not like I'm suggesting that you get plastic surgery. Just new clothes.

[And she will pull him along with more strength than one would expect of a petite teenage girl. Then again, she is a cheerleader capable of standing on one hand and the one who supports the most weight in the squad's human pyramids.]

[goldenglasses]

I dunno, I guess I can't picture myself in- ahh! careful! I'm going to need that arm later! [He kids as he jumps to keep up with her.] -in a three piece suit or something.

[fashionably_strong]

Uncle Vash, it never hurts to have at least one nice three piece suit, for when you want to make a good impression.

[In fact, since that implies that he doesn't have one, she'll be making sure to buy him one.]

Mostly we'll just look at dress pants, dress shirts and a nice pair of shoes.

[goldenglasses]

Isn't it more important the kind of person you are then the clothes you wear? Right?

[He is going to hate trying on suits. They're so itchy and tight and he has to be so careful to keep it clean.]

A new pair of shoes too? We're going shoe shopping too? [Ugh.]

[fashionably_strong]

Just because looks aren't the most important thing doesn't mean that they don't matter at all. And looks are how you're judged at first until people get to know you. So I'm going to make sure you look good.

[Considering that it's her treat and she's helping him out, she's unsympathetic toward his dislike of shopping.]

[goldenglasses]

[Think of Fluttershy. Think how impress she'll be when you show up looking good.] Oh, allllllllllright. [Vash, the most adult acting man anyone will ever met.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Wow rude, Vash.]

You know, I am doing you a favour, here. You could try saying 'thank you' instead of acting like it's a big chore just because you don't enjoy shopping.

[goldenglasses]

[But it is a big chore! A big boring chore! Still Vash shapes up. His arm going up to scratch at the back of his head with a goofy grin.]

You're right! You are! I'm sorry. I'll behave!

So. Where to first then?