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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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[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.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Make sure you don't start to slack.

[goldenglasses]

Yes ma'am. [A tired smile, a silly conversation like this and it's like he can almost pretend that past week didn't happen.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ A conversation like this helps her, too. She sighs and smiles a little, tipping to the side and leaning on his shoulder. ]

[goldenglasses]

[The pressure on his shoulder feels good and for awhile he's happy to sit in the quiet and rest.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She'll weasel her arm to loop with his and hold it gently. ]

Welcome home, Vash...

[goldenglasses]

[A small, shy smile spreads over his face when you take his arm. But it's a very happy smile. Home, with you.] Thanks Meryl.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She sighs softly, relaxed. ]

I'll make sure you can get a few days of peace and quiet.

[goldenglasses]

[Grins] Sounds good to me. [He won't hold you do that in a few days though.]