@angelictyphoon || hey vash lets go look at corn

He has no idea how the others all managed to plan things without a single one of them communicating said plans to each other and yet still manage to all coordinate leaving at the same time without any of them realizing they'd all went off at once and left their traumatized idiot behind.

It's the only possible explanation he has for how, exactly, they've ended up in a situation where he's suddenly responsible for a version of his brother where he'd clearly won.

"...Wanna go pick some corn?"

That was a safe activity, right? Corn. No one could get shot, stabbed or set on fire picking corn.

"Do you think my methods are disagreeable?" The human genocide ones, Mona. Not the husband ones.

@halcyon--mind replied to your post “Mona is nowhere to be found inside the house, but...”:

She's just gonna... awkwardly hide behind some corn when she sees him approaching, pretending to inspect and tend to the stalks. Never mind the fact they aren't quite tall enough to conceal her fully, leaving the top of her head exposed.

​He stalks right to her location and scoops her up immediately. That's all the warning she gets before he's kissing her fiercely, carrying her back towards the house.

"You."

@halcyon--mind || u want sum blue? u want some yellow?

She's scooped off the couch cushion long enough for him to sit, game controllers in hand before she's plopped back down directly in his lap and handed one of them.

"It's game night," he informs her solemnly as the tv flicked on in time with the Switch. "And I think I'm going to kick your ass at Mario Party." Nai settles his arms around her and gets comfortable with his own controller, propping his chin on top of her head.

"Though if you manage to beat me then I'll consider a prize."

@jupitcrising || u are not my stampede

"Who are you." He looks like his brother. He feels like his brother. But Knives knows his twin intimately, even after all this time and distance, and this is not his twin.

Eyes narrow slowly, a brace of blades ready and waiting for him to decide to strike.

@stxrblccd replied to your post:

"At least the last two are fun"

​"For you, perhaps." He ruffles his hair before tossing him over his shoulder. "You been practicing while I was gone?"

@reusignus || i may actually regret not stabbing you

There was sand in his boots and he had no idea where they were even going; Vash was, unfortunately, the one in charge of this little adventure of theirs. Vash was also, annoyingly, lobbing handfuls of vaguely ball shaped sand at Knives in order to punctuate his continual lecture about humans not being the worst things.

This was why there was sand in his boots.

When they finally found this Home of his, Knives was absolutely going to take off his boots and dump half a desert's worth of sand into his brother's hair. He was.

"If you throw another ball of sand at me, I will turn around and leave so help me–"

@halcyon--mind || mona pls

"Absolutely not." He snaps the book shut, giving her a look. "Not any time soon. It only spreads if I use too much, too often. I won't die as long as it's not full black."

A huff of air. "You don't need to worry about me."

@reusignus @duunswitch @halcyon--mind || hey. be quieter asshole

"Vash." Knives set down the plate of eggs in the middle of the table, before turning the most deadpan look he could muster upon his younger brother.

"The linens are in the hallway closet. I expect you to wash the sheets after breakfast."

@butchersbird || #1 of 36 neuroses

"So how exactly did we end up here?"

Knives crouched, hands resting on his knees as he watched Shrike from across the room. The closet door was open, which he assumed was at least an improvement from an hour ago when it had been closed and barricaded by a pile of clothing.

"You ready to come out, or you need more time?"

@stxrblccd || 10,000 years dungeon

"He didn't punch you for no reason."

@halcyon--mind replied to your post “Bites him.”:

A shrug. "Not really. Bored, is all."

​"So you bit me?"

@hclythunder || murder time

The sounds on the other side of the communicator have Knives ready to commit a murder already; the sight that greets him when he actually finds Ramiel result in a flurry of blades and blood. He's very unwilling to be merciful.

When they're dealt with, he crouches and pulls Ram back up. "Hey. Ram, let me see."

@butchersbird || this is how we acquire children

"We have a spare room." Technically it's the guest room his brother uses when he visits with his human, but Vash can live with sleeping on the couch. Shrike, on the other hand, needs a room.

Knives slid another sandwich across the table.

"If you want to stay."

@halcyon--mind || lap time

"Don't pout, it's two minutes."

@reusignus || fucking bread, vash

"You heard me." He stares directly into Vash's eyes as he eats the bread.