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rvTitle: Guns
Rating: G
Warnings: Ridonkulous
Words: 455
Series: Trigun
Pairings/Characters: Vash x Meryl
Meryl stared at him, absolutely disgusted. “How on earth are you not obese from eating donuts all day and night?” she wondered aloud in disbelief, her tone edging on critical. Vash looked up from his newest box of donuts—a baker’s dozen, in fact—and finished chewing the one in his mouth before offering her a reply.
“I dunno.” he answered simply, popping another donut into his mouth. Meryl groaned and put her face in her hands.
“Ugh! There is something seriously wrong with you!” she exclaimed, suddenly frustrated with Vash’s immaturity. “You really have no idea?”
Vash shook his head. “Nope~”
There was silence after that, but it didn’t last far too long. Meryl wished it had.
“Hey! Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a gun-shaped donut? It’d be so cool! I’m not sure if I could eat that one!” Vash blurted out with a wide, stupid grin on his face. Meryl blinked at him, her jaw hanging open. For a moment, Vash thought she went on stand-by or something of the like. He reached over and poked her forehead. “Meryl…?”
Meryl’s head dropped to her knees and her hands went to her head, spastically rubbing her hair in all different directions. “You are so simple-minded!!” she shouted, frustrated yet again. Vash jumped at her shout and scooted away.
“Jeez, no need to raise your voice…it was just an idea…”
“Yeah! One that can’t work! You can’t have a gun-shaped donut, donuts have holes in the middle, genius!! That’d be the most awful pastry! A gun with a hole in it?! What are you thinking?!” Meryl yelled, lifting her head up to look at him. Vash stared at her, not believing what she just said. He wasn’t sure if he should take her seriously or laugh about that she actually thought about his gun-shaped donut idea.
He went with saying nothing, only pouting while nibbling on a donut. He mumbled something incoherent, and left it at that.
More silence passed. It was semi-awkward for both of them.
Finally, Meryl piped up. “A sandwich.”
Vash turned to look at her again, blinking. “A what?”
“A sandwich. A gun-shaped sandwich.” She was blushing and fiddling with her fingers, looking down to avoid Vash’s gaze. “That’s…that’s the only way your stupid idea would work. If it were a sandwich, not a donut.”
She looked up when Vash didn’t reply, and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Vash abandoned his box of donuts to snatch Meryl in the tightest hug of her life, squished against Vash’s red coat and his chest, forced to bear Vash’s cries of approval.
“MERYL~! You’re a genius!! Let’s do it! Let’s make that gun-shaped sandwich!”
Meryl really wished she hadn’t said anything. Really, truly honestly wished she hadn’t. Good lord, where were Wolfwood and Millie when she needed them?!
Rating: G
Warnings: Ridonkulous
Words: 455
Series: Trigun
Pairings/Characters: Vash x Meryl
Meryl stared at him, absolutely disgusted. “How on earth are you not obese from eating donuts all day and night?” she wondered aloud in disbelief, her tone edging on critical. Vash looked up from his newest box of donuts—a baker’s dozen, in fact—and finished chewing the one in his mouth before offering her a reply.
“I dunno.” he answered simply, popping another donut into his mouth. Meryl groaned and put her face in her hands.
“Ugh! There is something seriously wrong with you!” she exclaimed, suddenly frustrated with Vash’s immaturity. “You really have no idea?”
Vash shook his head. “Nope~”
There was silence after that, but it didn’t last far too long. Meryl wished it had.
“Hey! Wouldn’t it be cool if someone made a gun-shaped donut? It’d be so cool! I’m not sure if I could eat that one!” Vash blurted out with a wide, stupid grin on his face. Meryl blinked at him, her jaw hanging open. For a moment, Vash thought she went on stand-by or something of the like. He reached over and poked her forehead. “Meryl…?”
Meryl’s head dropped to her knees and her hands went to her head, spastically rubbing her hair in all different directions. “You are so simple-minded!!” she shouted, frustrated yet again. Vash jumped at her shout and scooted away.
“Jeez, no need to raise your voice…it was just an idea…”
“Yeah! One that can’t work! You can’t have a gun-shaped donut, donuts have holes in the middle, genius!! That’d be the most awful pastry! A gun with a hole in it?! What are you thinking?!” Meryl yelled, lifting her head up to look at him. Vash stared at her, not believing what she just said. He wasn’t sure if he should take her seriously or laugh about that she actually thought about his gun-shaped donut idea.
He went with saying nothing, only pouting while nibbling on a donut. He mumbled something incoherent, and left it at that.
More silence passed. It was semi-awkward for both of them.
Finally, Meryl piped up. “A sandwich.”
Vash turned to look at her again, blinking. “A what?”
“A sandwich. A gun-shaped sandwich.” She was blushing and fiddling with her fingers, looking down to avoid Vash’s gaze. “That’s…that’s the only way your stupid idea would work. If it were a sandwich, not a donut.”
She looked up when Vash didn’t reply, and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Vash abandoned his box of donuts to snatch Meryl in the tightest hug of her life, squished against Vash’s red coat and his chest, forced to bear Vash’s cries of approval.
“MERYL~! You’re a genius!! Let’s do it! Let’s make that gun-shaped sandwich!”
Meryl really wished she hadn’t said anything. Really, truly honestly wished she hadn’t. Good lord, where were Wolfwood and Millie when she needed them?!
