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[Vash is once again Christmas shopping. He’s almost done but this seems familiar. Hm. But something is missing. Wait. He knows.]

Hey. TWINKLE TOES!

I’m still waiting on payment for our bet. I’ll meet you at the fountain. Ask Nami; I’m sure she has a few good ones to choose from! Or stop by the shop and grab a pretty one! I’m waiiiiiiiiting~! [By waiting he means hiding nearby.]

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HA. FUCKIN. HA.

[and have a random barrel shooting for your backside, Vash. Sanji kicked it out of hammer space]

[WTF?! Dodging that but JUUUUUST barely.] What was that!? What's WRONG with you!?

[not answering. He's just gonna keep tracking your ass until he is within pwning distance]

[After a brief chase around the village and picking up a Eiko; Vash is starting to tire slightly. Huh… where is Vash from? Oh yeah. A desert planet. So that ice up ahead? Yeah… most people would probably go around it or at least slow down but not Vash. He hits it at a full sprint and he’s up! He’s flying! He does a full flip before landing on his back.] Aiaiaiii…

[Oh man!! Eiko isn't sure if she should laugh at something like that or not!! It had to hurt landing on his wings, but she can't help but laugh a little anyway...]

Ouch...

[That wasn't quite how Sanji expected to catch up with the Broom Head at last, but he'll take it. He smartly jumps over the ice patch and, calm as you please, waltzes up to Vash's prone body with Eiko still on his back]

Humanoid Typhoon, huh?

[game over, Vash]

Uh... yeah? You should run. Yup! That's excatly what you should do before something bad happens!

[Sorry Vash, Eiko's still laughing a little]

Humanoid Typhoon??

It's a nickname someone gave him, Eiko-chan. [very carefully slides her off his back and sets her on the ground. Stares at Vash flatly] Because he kicks up a lot of dust from the ground when he runs.

[to Vash] That's alright, I'll take my chances. [he's approaching yooooooooou]

AH! Save me Eiko he's going to be mean!

You can just call me Eiko.

[She'll slip off, and stumble a little at that, but then she just looks at Vash.]...What'd you do??

What type of man are you, Broom Head? [irritation is growing]

Eiko... I need to talk to Vash alone for a few moments.

What kind of man backs out of a bet?

No! By talk he means beat! [Sad kicked puppy look towards Eiko]

[Looking up at Sanji.] ...You're gonna beat him up?? That's not nice.

[ignoring your whimpering for a second, Vash]

I wouldn't lie to a lady, Eiko.

I won't hit him for what he did.

[Vash is smart. And quick.] No... he'll kick me.

...Can you tell me why you wanna kick him?? [yeah, that's right. Spill the beans to a six-year-old!]

[you will get yours, Vash. You will get yours]

KICKING IS HITTING, IDIOT.

[and he doesn't want to spill to anyone] Eh, sorry, it's a little private for me.

[Oh? So it wasn't just a loop hole? Okay. Vash will risk his head and bite. He'll smile nicely at Eiko.] Hehe; it's alright. I'm just playing around. [He holds out his hand to Eiko.] And I'm Vash the Stampede. A hunter of peace! Chasing the elusive mayfly of love! It's very nice to meet you! After Sanji and I are done talking I'll see if I can join you for a snowball fight? [You know... if he can walk after.]

Kicking is kinda like hitting...

['Kay, have a handshake.] And I'm a summoner! It's nice to meet you too.

A summoner, huh? That's pretty impressive. [And good, Vash, you've earned yourself brownie points for introducing yourself properly]

I won't keep him too long.

[He opens his mouth to question the summoner bit - but that can wait when he doesn't have business with Sanji. So instead he just smiles.] Me too. Meet you near the fountain later?

Okay! [She'll wave, and walk off. BUT BE AWARE, she's still gonna be watching, even if she can't overhear!]

[Oh, Sanji can guess what Eiko is doing, but he's keeping his word. Not a hair on Vash's head will be harmed ~~yet~~. The smile drops off his face and he stares at Vash like he still wants to beat him, but ends up sighing and pulling at his pockets for a cigarette]

You lucky little shit.

[Small awkward laugh] I'm apparently very good at getting lucky. You should ask Meryl sometime... I think she was keeping a record at some point.

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