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[The video feed starts up mid afternoon with Vash grinning into the camera. For those good at picking up differences in smiles there's a huge difference in Vash's today. You thought he was happy before by the way he smiled and acted? Well, now he's beaming because he's finally, truly happy. He's no longer just pretending and the reason will be pretty clear as he finishes setting up the camera so he can sit on his couch with a small boy on his lap.]

Hello, Luceti! [He nearly shouts the greeting. Hardly able to contain how happy he is.] Your local Vash the Stampede wanting to apologize for missing out on work and not being around. I'll be back at Azalea and Seventh Heaven soon! I've just been a bit busy! [He grins and bounces his leg to make the boy on his leg bounce slightly.] Right Noah?

[The boy nods, but stays quiet.] But we also have an important message as well! Ready, Noah? Just as I showed you, okay?

[Noah prepares by holding up his arm and looking up at Vash for confirmation as Vash clears his throat 'dramatically'.]

This world is made of- LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[As Vash shouts his message he and Noah both pump their arms back and forth. Vash more confidant and Noah a bit hesitant, but with a smile on his face. Back and forth they go as Vash continues to say the mantra. Fingers spread in a V shape when their arms are pulled back then the fingers cross together as the arms are pumped forward. Noah doesn't join with the shouting, but he seems to be having some fun with the arm movements.]

LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[And somewhere in the background, for those who can hear past the screaming, may be a priest shouting about not using his son to spread propaganda.]

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[ARM WAVING OF DISAPPROVAL]

Hey, stop turning my son into a member of your spikey-headed cult!!

[And yet noah still does the love and peace, though it's more just mimicking for fun than anything. The kid is still a pretty serious fella, but Wolfwood was too, so he supposes maybe he inherited it from him. Lord knows Milly wasn't.]

Love and peace isn't a cult! It's for everyone!

LOVE! AND! PEACE! Come on, Wolfwood! LOVE! AND! PEACE! It's fun!

[I'm taking my son away from you now thanks.]

Don't listen to 'em, kid, he's a crazy hobo with a weird hair-do.

[Noah looks confused, fidgeting with his own dark hair in reply.

He mumbles, "... Hobo..."]

I'm not a hobo! [Vash pouts, but doesn't fight when his partner in crime is stolen away. Suddenly deciding following that up with an: I'm an outlaw really wouldn't be any better.]

And I'm sorry if I take the effort in the morning to style myself to look good and you're lazy about it!

[Oh god. Don't make Noah grow up calling him hobo!] A-Ahh! No, Noah! Vash. Not Hobo. Vash!

["Hobo?" Noah questions.

Meanwhile, Wolfwood just scoffs.]

Looks like you're out of luck, like usual. Better get used to the title.

[Vash shakes his head violently at Noah's question.] No! No-no-no-no-no! Vash! I'm Vash! Hobos don't have a home! I have a home!

[He has a home. It still felt so good to say.]

[Wolfwood just laughs and laughs at that, even if the pressure in his ribs makes him want flip a table; he just holds Noah closer, the weight and body heat of his son enough to ground him in reality. He couldn't afford to let this overwhelm him. It is what it is. He'll think too much tonight and maybe drink a little but not enough to get drunk, not when Noah would need him.]

Vash the hobo has a great ring to it, though?

No it doesn't! It has a terrible ring. Just like Wolfwood the Jerk. And that one actually fits the owner.

Yep! I sure am a jerk. Isn't that right, son? Just like how Vash is a broomhead!

[And thus, Noah repeats with great conviction: "Broomhead!!"]

Exactly, exactly, you're taking after your daddy well!

[Vash slaps a hand over his face with a pained groan as he sinks into the couch a little more.] You are a terrible influence on your son. You know that, don't you?

I think you mean a great one. He's gonna learn how to make nicknames for your spikey weird head in no time.

[Vash frowns, although it's more of a pout.] I doubt Milly would be too happy that you're teaching your kid to pick on people.

[The thought is said and out of his mouth before he can even think about how that might hurt.]

[It does smart a little. And he doesn't even try to mask the sigh and slouch of his shoulders.]

I guess she wouldn't, huh...

[Vash winces at his poor choice of words.] Ah, although you know -- if it's just me, I'm sure she'd just laugh! She didn't seem to have a problem with your or Meryl mocking me at all! Just make sure he knows it's only okay when he's calling me names! Or something...

[Snort.]

Nice attempt at a save.

[Noah has forgone dealing with the adults; he's playing with some blocks.]

Buuut I guess you have a point. No need to turn him into a little bully; he might turn on me someday and call his old man something mean.

[Vash lets out a huff. Upset with himself for ruining the mood.]

Well, would he be wrong? I doubt it.

[He's teasing. Trying to get the mood to lighten up a bit more again.]

Definitely not. Especially after all the rude names I plan to call you in the distant future and beyond, Spikey.

Heh, so long as he learns the ones I think up for you too then I suppose we can call it even.

[A pause as he tries to think of something. Give him a minute. Ah, there is something!] Big nose.

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