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[goldenglasses]

[After a bit of extensive training this afternoon, Vash headed into the shower. In fact he was just about done when he heard a crashing noise followed quickly by Meryl yelling. After swiftly wrapping a towel around his waist he ran out of the bathroom to witness the droids filing into his apartment.

Great. So much for declining the invitation to join the war efforts.

So after a brief struggle at home Vash can be seen, but mostly heard, being dragged to the tunnels by the droids still only dressed in only a towel.] Didn’t you hear me you big, stupid bucket of bolts! I don’t want to go! Let go of me! OW! Stop it! That hurts! Geez - at least let me get my coat. Let go! Let go! LET GO! LETGO!LETGO!LETGO!LETGO!LETGO! I said LET GO!

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[goldenglasses]

I'd appreciate it.

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[He shrugs off the jacket, offering it to him with a smile, his own scars--whether faded or not--lacing from his shoulders down his arms visible.] Here.

[goldenglasses]

Thanks. [You didn't comment on his he won't comment on yours.] Uh, sure you don't mind?

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

I don't mind. If you'd return it to me once you get some other clothes, though, aru, I'd appreciate it.

[goldenglasses]

I will. Thanks.

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it, aru.

[His expression grows solemn after a moment.] ...Vash, what are you going to do out on the field?

[goldenglasses]

I'm going to do what I can.

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

Try not to jeopardize your own safety...alright?

[goldenglasses]

I'll do my best.

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

[Reaching up because you are so tall and he is short ;; to give you a pat on the head.] Good.

[goldenglasses]

[That's a bit awkward.] Ah... you're welcome?

[4000ages.livejournal.com]

[Even if you are taller like whoa, you are still a kid to China and will as such tolerate headpats. B|] Mm!