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[goldenglasses]

[Vash is one of the many returning home today. Seeing that the Malnosso are jerks, they took away the black coat he asked for while there, but were nice enough to give him a pair of white new feather pants instead of just a towel. He’ll be hurrying as quick as he can to his apartment, taking a route he hopes won’t have too many people around. They didn’t give him a shirt after all. Not that, that means anything in Luceti.

He just wants to get home, but anyone who happens to catch him in this sorry state may be surprised. Besides being horribly embarrassed by his scars he seems just fine. He doesn’t seem terribly upset by the war he just came from. Won’t even bring it up himself. Of course, there should be at least one person in Luceti who knows better. Right Meryl?

Well, her and whoever might have an apartment near them. As Vash will spend the next few nights screaming. Most of it is just unintelligible shrieks, but sometimes he’s yelling for Rem and asking her jumbled questions. At least the journals won't be picking up any of these night terrors.]

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[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Meryl puts her hands on her hips, looking rather indignant. No, she osn't buying it. And, if that is the truth, she might even be more mad at him. Doesn't he realize how important something like this is? ]

Don't you think I would've liked to know something like that? I could've come home right away!

[ She swells up and walks her way over and... throws her arms immediately around him. ]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

[He braces himself for a smack he rightly deserves.] Meryl, I'm so- [That's... not a smack.] -rry.

[For a moment he can't move. Can't even think. Wanting to believe so badly that all those bodies he saw over the past few days were only a dream.]

2/2

[goldenglasses]

[And then his shoulders start to shake.] I... I really am sorry Meryl! I meant to tell you... [His journal is even laying forgotten next to him] ...but I- [Didn't want to talk through the journals] -lost track of time. [That's true too, his mind wandered away from that point as to why he was afraid to talk about what just happened over the journals.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Meryl can feel that tell tale shaking and she holds him close, one knee braced on the couch. It's times like these where she feels bigger than him, somehow. She sighs, frown etched on her face. ]

I should put a good lump on your stupid broomhead, doing something like that. You idiot...

[ It's all half-hearted as she rubs the back of his neck, trying to comfort him. She knew something like this would happen. ]

[goldenglasses]

[A light laugh] I'd deserve that one. [Must... not... break down. He's not sure if he'll be able to stop.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

You didn't check in with me either. I really should do it! [ She raises her voice and it cracks. She clings to him a little tighter. She's more together than he is, but she's still upset. ]

[goldenglasses]

I'm sorry. I... I...

[Softly] I didn't want to have to talk about it.

But, I should have checked in.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

What am I supposed to do when I don't even know if you're alright, Vash?

[ She sighs. She knows she shouldn't scold him, right now, but she's been worried like crazy. Her arms hold him tighter. ]

Are you okay? Did they hurt you?

*counters with same episode icon - HA!*

[goldenglasses]

I'm sorry. [If you only had a nickle...]

Not too badly, there were some very good healers out there. [Now that he's fully clothed the only real notable injury are a few missing feathers. Otherwise, he may have gotten a few more small scars, but it was an honest answer. He saw a healer for any injury he got and had them taken care of.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She pulls back enough to look him over and confirm that he was telling the truth. Of course, with the coat, it's hard to tell for sure. From what she can see, though, he's alright. Another sigh and she lays her hand on his cheek, smiling finally, though it's sad and still full of worry. ]

I guess you pass... I'm glad you're home, Vash. Welcome back.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks, it's good to be back.

I don't see why anyone want to vacation to that place... [Trails off there. He doesn't really want to talk about this, does he?]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She strokes his cheek for a moment before backing off and sitting beside him instead. It's time to put on her happy face for him... if he can't talk about it right now, she won't make him. ]

You'd need a vacation from the vacation itself, that's for sure.

[goldenglasses]

[A relaxed, slightly playful sigh. As they're slowly moving away from the things he doesn't want to talk about.] I think Luceti as a whole needs a vacation.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She rubs the stress out of her temples with her fingers and nods. ]

I think you're right. The first time I'm really away from work, and I'm in a place like this. Go figure.

[goldenglasses]

[Laughs] Good thing there's no money here or I bet you'd be handing out claims forms daily to everyone.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ Meryl groans in dismay. ] Oh dear God, my hands would fall off from all the paper work I'd have to do. My typewriter would be ruined for sure.

[goldenglasses]

I wonder what kind of bounty the Malnosso would have... I'd hope they'd beat me at least.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

I don't know if they've done more than you, yet. You have been around longer.

[goldenglasses]

Aw, that's not fair! Some of the stuff I get blamed for I didn't even do!

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

It's still on your records, either way. I don't have enough connections to fix that.

[goldenglasses]

It's still not fair.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

The system really isn't ever fair for you.

[goldenglasses]

[Cross his arms in a fake pout and snorts.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Don't look at me. I told you, I can't fix it.

[goldenglasses]

[A small smirk.] Oh well, I suppose I can live with it. I've been doing a pretty good job so far.