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[Vash had been putting this off, considering how their last conversation went, but he can’t put it off any longer.] Hey, Sanji. [Pause.] How... are you doing?

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[Vash isn’t sure why, but as he tucks his journal away he gets the feeling this isn’t going to be a good day. What’s a guy to do to fight a bad day? Well, some donuts might be a good start, except as he heads for the bakery he’s distracted by a shiny object on the ground.] What’s this thi-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[And Vash is off in a Tron Bike, flying down the streets yelling at passersby to GET OUT OF THE WAY! Perhaps you’re one of the people he just narrowly avoids slamming into on his mad race to the outskirts of the forest, where he manages to miss a few trees before finally crashing into a larger tree. Then he’s tossed away from the crash landing in another tree and falling halfway down until his coat snags on a branch, leaving him hanging upside down in a tree. Which is the perfect time for his journal to fall out of his pocket and land open on the ground.]

Ow…

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[ Mia stares for a long moment at the wreckage, before looking up at Vash in the tree. How would she know if he 'looked' alright or not? She hasn't been able to read health bars since she got here! ]

I think... you broked your thing there.

Looks like it... I guess I should be glad I just got stuck in a tree and didn't break anything after a crash like that. [Now... how to get down without breaking anything. Ah, he'll worry about that when the ground stops spinning.]

[ She bends and gingerly picks up an especially spectacular piece of twisted debris, then steps closer to study Vash's predicament. She'd probably help if she could, but she... really doesn't know how. ]

Do you require halp?

No, I think I got it. [Hauls himself up just a bit to get at his coat, just in time for the branch to break and send him falling to the ground with a yelp.]

Well... I'm down.

[ Mia doesn't even bother to conceal a mild smile at that. If he can talk he's probably okay, right? She kneels down, practically in Vash's face now. ]

Indeed.

[He's fine. Just a little dizzy.] Uhhhh... my name's Vash.

[ She remains unusually close, smiling a little wider. ]

I'm Mia.

[ There might have been a time or two where she's seen other players in 'The World' act out a scenario like this, even if the wounds sustained there are rarely real. She still seems more curious than concerned, though. ]

Hey, how old you you? What iz your favrit color?

W-wh...

Uh... twenty seven [HA!] and red?

[ She doesn't know any different ~~or recognize the fabrication~~, but nods as if this information is highly significant. ]

I see... intresting choice.

C-choice? [Does she know he's lying about his age!?]

[ A pause-- maybe he really is brain-damaged?? ]

Oh? Did you not chooze it yourself, den?

Well... I guess I picked my favorite color... but age?

... Heh, but people usually don't chooze deir age, right? Are you an-ee diffrent?

...I'm confused now. Maybe I hit my head harder than I thought.

[ Well then. She gives that interaction a mental 'nevermind' mark, although the level of general amusement budges very little from where it's been. ]

Hm. Can you stand?

I think so... [Carefully gets to his feet.]

[ Mia rises as well, studying him closely with one hand initially on her chin and the other... still holding that piece of debris. After a moment she holds it out to him, silently. ]

[He stands alright, still a little dizzy, but not as bad. He takes the debris.] This was it?