[ Vash could be forgiven thinking this one was abandoned: John has made no effort to care for it at all. He's never known how. The 1930's Ford pickup is muddy and battered, but it is very nearly all John owns, and so he advances on the man with black wings bristling and clawed hands flexing at his sides. His voice echoes with a deep, uncanny resonance. His eyes flare a hot and unsettling yellow.
He folds those wings tight and draws himself up, imperious. ]
This one is spoken for. You cannot have it.
[ Never mind that Vash said he was only helping. As a god turned scavenger, John disbelieves these things by first reflex. ]
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[ Vash could be forgiven thinking this one was abandoned: John has made no effort to care for it at all. He's never known how. The 1930's Ford pickup is muddy and battered, but it is very nearly all John owns, and so he advances on the man with black wings bristling and clawed hands flexing at his sides. His voice echoes with a deep, uncanny resonance. His eyes flare a hot and unsettling yellow.
He folds those wings tight and draws himself up, imperious. ]
This one is spoken for. You cannot have it.
[ Never mind that Vash said he was only helping. As a god turned scavenger, John disbelieves these things by first reflex. ]