Vash probably wasn't exactly what Al had been hoping for: huddled into a coat that clearly marked him as a newcomer, headphones shoved into his ears and hair a tousled mane around his face, with a frown that decisively marked him as disinterested in the people around him, he didn't look like he'd put up much of a challenge. Of course, on the other hand, it also all made him look (appropriately) like he was easy to rile up.
And he was here, apparently, for target practice.
Al got one flicking sideways look, brief, that passed over him with experience. If he didn't make eye contact, Vasily clearly knew, then people were more likely to engage. Instead, he summoned his weapon, turning the gun over in his hands slowly. His head bounced, just slightly, to the music. It was possible that once he started firing, it'd be in time.
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