[ the relief is instantaneous once vash sees the plushie, a beatific smile on his face as he grabs the plushie, rubbing his cheek against it's soft plush body. ] You found it.

[ he almost doesn't catch wolfwood's last words, taking a second to parse their meaning, and then he blinks at the other man even as he kisses the bunny. he's still reeling from the sudden relief, the dissipation of anger, and so his hackles rise, and he holds the bunny a little tighter, a little closer to his chest, almost afraid that wolfwood will snatch it back, even though he has no reason to suspect that. ]

It was a gift from you. Of course I kept it. That's not— it's not weird or anything, to keep a gift. [ the only other gift vash has gotten is the SEEDS jacket he still wears everywhere. people don't give vash gifts, unless the scars count. on the rare occasion they give him friendship, it's shortlived; he's a dangerous man, so he understands. ]