~*Window Shopping*~
"Hey! Look at this one!"
"No, Vash, you can't get a puppy."
My brother stood a few paces back, plams and nose pressed against the pet shop window, looking for all the world like an over-grown kid.
Everytime we passed the pet shop, he'd stop like this. The first time, I hadn't known and went two blocks before I figured it out. Usually there were dumb pets in the window. Fish, parakeets, turtles. Vash would always stop and wish he had one.
But the pet show had never put puppies in the window. And he'd never shown this much intrest before. His eyes were lit up and there was a huge grin on his face, big even for Vash. You only saw that look when the donut shop was having a sale.
"Come on, Vash."
"But I think this one likes me!"
A little brown mutt had come up and was trying to sniff him through the window.
Ugly thing.
The dog, not my brother.
"Knives? Please?"
Vash had torn himself away from the window and was giving me big, turquiose puppy-dog eyes.
No pun intended.
"No! You can't get a dog. No ones hime during the day."
"Uh-uh! You only work in the morning. I'm home then."
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, asleep! I've come home from my shift, and found you still in bed."
"I was tired!"
"Yeah, well, maybe you wouldn't be so tired if you didn't stay out all night with that priest."
If Vash heard this last retort, I don't know, casue he had turned his attention back to the puppies.
Sighing, I leaned against the wall, waiting for an oppurtunity to drag Vash away.
"Come on, Knivsey. Please?"
He was giving me The Eyes again. You just can't say no to that look.
"All rght. We can go ask how much they are. But we're not- buying one."
Vash missed the end of my sentence, casue he was already thfought the door.
When I entered, I found Vash standing next to another cage of puppies. A short, fat man was lifting one out of the cage and handing it to my brother. As he took it, he got another of those big goofy grins.
My brother, not the dog.
"So." I said, sauntering over to them, "How much are they?"
"Oh,they're a great bargin!" the fat man piped up, "Only five hundred dollers!"
"Uh-uh. No way. Not spending that much on a furball."
"Aw, come on, Knivsey! Look how cute he is!"
"No. Come on. No dog."
"Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"Vash-"
But I didn't get any further than that. The fat man gave some sort of strangeled squeak. We both looked at him. All the color had drained from his face, and his eyes were wide.
"Va-Va-Vash?! *THE* Vash? Vash the Stampede?!"
"Uh, yeah." Vash smiled reassuringly at the fat man, but that just made him more nervous.
"Ah... Excuse me, Mr. Vash, but I have some... some... some buisness to... ah... take care of!"
He started to edge toward the door.
"But what about...!" Vash called, holding up the wiggling puppy.
"Ah, yes. Well, um, just- take it, Mr. Vash, ah, compliments of the store!"
And he was gone, running down the street as fast as his short little legs would carry him. We looked at eachother, suprised. Vash looked down at the puppy, then back at me.
"I'll call him Alfie." he said, smiling.
"Ok. Fine. So you got your dog. Can we g-"
And then I saw HER.
Beautiful, sleek body.
Gorgeous, shinny chestnut hair.
Wonderful eyes, eyes that burned with something inside.
"If you get a dog," I near whispered, "I get *her*."
"Knives...? That's a bunny."
"This is no mere bunny, my friend. This is a Belgian hare. The racehorse of the rabbit world."
"A *bunny*?"
"Rabbit."
"Rabbit, right. Why do you want a *rabbit*? They're kinda... well, a little *tame* for you."
"A little TAME? Puh-lese, Vash. Lookit those hind legs. Powerful And these claws are just *wicked*..."
"Hey! Look at this one!"
"No, Vash, you can't get a puppy."
My brother stood a few paces back, plams and nose pressed against the pet shop window, looking for all the world like an over-grown kid.
Everytime we passed the pet shop, he'd stop like this. The first time, I hadn't known and went two blocks before I figured it out. Usually there were dumb pets in the window. Fish, parakeets, turtles. Vash would always stop and wish he had one.
But the pet show had never put puppies in the window. And he'd never shown this much intrest before. His eyes were lit up and there was a huge grin on his face, big even for Vash. You only saw that look when the donut shop was having a sale.
"Come on, Vash."
"But I think this one likes me!"
A little brown mutt had come up and was trying to sniff him through the window.
Ugly thing.
The dog, not my brother.
"Knives? Please?"
Vash had torn himself away from the window and was giving me big, turquiose puppy-dog eyes.
No pun intended.
"No! You can't get a dog. No ones hime during the day."
"Uh-uh! You only work in the morning. I'm home then."
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, asleep! I've come home from my shift, and found you still in bed."
"I was tired!"
"Yeah, well, maybe you wouldn't be so tired if you didn't stay out all night with that priest."
If Vash heard this last retort, I don't know, casue he had turned his attention back to the puppies.
Sighing, I leaned against the wall, waiting for an oppurtunity to drag Vash away.
"Come on, Knivsey. Please?"
He was giving me The Eyes again. You just can't say no to that look.
"All rght. We can go ask how much they are. But we're not- buying one."
Vash missed the end of my sentence, casue he was already thfought the door.
When I entered, I found Vash standing next to another cage of puppies. A short, fat man was lifting one out of the cage and handing it to my brother. As he took it, he got another of those big goofy grins.
My brother, not the dog.
"So." I said, sauntering over to them, "How much are they?"
"Oh,they're a great bargin!" the fat man piped up, "Only five hundred dollers!"
"Uh-uh. No way. Not spending that much on a furball."
"Aw, come on, Knivsey! Look how cute he is!"
"No. Come on. No dog."
"Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"Vash-"
But I didn't get any further than that. The fat man gave some sort of strangeled squeak. We both looked at him. All the color had drained from his face, and his eyes were wide.
"Va-Va-Vash?! *THE* Vash? Vash the Stampede?!"
"Uh, yeah." Vash smiled reassuringly at the fat man, but that just made him more nervous.
"Ah... Excuse me, Mr. Vash, but I have some... some... some buisness to... ah... take care of!"
He started to edge toward the door.
"But what about...!" Vash called, holding up the wiggling puppy.
"Ah, yes. Well, um, just- take it, Mr. Vash, ah, compliments of the store!"
And he was gone, running down the street as fast as his short little legs would carry him. We looked at eachother, suprised. Vash looked down at the puppy, then back at me.
"I'll call him Alfie." he said, smiling.
"Ok. Fine. So you got your dog. Can we g-"
And then I saw HER.
Beautiful, sleek body.
Gorgeous, shinny chestnut hair.
Wonderful eyes, eyes that burned with something inside.
"If you get a dog," I near whispered, "I get *her*."
"Knives...? That's a bunny."
"This is no mere bunny, my friend. This is a Belgian hare. The racehorse of the rabbit world."
"A *bunny*?"
"Rabbit."
"Rabbit, right. Why do you want a *rabbit*? They're kinda... well, a little *tame* for you."
"A little TAME? Puh-lese, Vash. Lookit those hind legs. Powerful And these claws are just *wicked*..."