[Voice - Backdated to early morning on the 2nd]

[goldenglasses]

Oh Mayoi… I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful hair gel you suggested.

[Curious? Vash is reachable over the journals as he washes the glue based hair gel he was given out of his hair.]

[Some time later // Filtered to Stitch // 100% Unhackable]

Stitch. I need help planning a prank. A good prank.

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[goldenglasses]

No, you're right! It's hilarious! It will be even MORE funny if I have to CUT it out!

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Calm down, calm down. If soap and water doesn't work, we'll try something else.

[goldenglasses]

[Whimper] I don't want to be bald!

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

You won't, you won't. Here, I'll come in and see if I can help, okay?

[goldenglasses]

[Sniff.] Alright.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She'll go back to the bathroom and knock. ]

Coming in!

[goldenglasses]

Come in... [Normally he'd be all jumpy and shy as he's standing there with his shirt off and just a pair of sweat pants on, but you've seen his scars enough that it no longer bothers him. He's leaning over the sink trying to get all the glue out.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She comes in and tries not to chuckle at him. ]

Here, hold on, let me see.

[goldenglasses]

[Hold still and glares angrily into the sink. But of course, being Vash it looks more like a childish pout than a glare.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She tries picking at his hair and running her fingers through it, without much success. ]

How much did you put in?

[goldenglasses]

A handful.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Well... at least you didn't use it all. Let's see what we can do.

[goldenglasses]

I caught on when my hand started sticking to my head. [Luckily it will wash out.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Okay, go to the sink. We'll try to fix this.

[goldenglasses]

[Sighs and moves to the sink.] I think I got some of it out, but I can't seem to get it all!

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll try to get the rest out. Stick your head under the faucet and I'll get soap.

[goldenglasses]

[He puts his head under the faucet and turns the water on except - he turns it on cold, jumps up smacking his head into the faucet.] ACK! COL-OW!

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She turns away for one second... ]

Vash, what the hell are you doing?

[goldenglasses]

[Holding the back of his head with a wince] Oh you know... I thought blood might help get it out.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

... Let me get you some ice.

[goldenglasses]

O-okay... [Grumbles to himself about getting revenge as he works on warming the water a bit. Revenge against a kid? Of course that's not beneath Vash!]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She's leaving for now to get him ice, returning a few minutes later with some in a cloth. ]

Here, put this on your head for a few minutes.

[goldenglasses]

[Puts it on his head then sits down on the toilet with a sigh. It's been a long week.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She pats his shoulder and goes to the sink to warm the water more. ]

[goldenglasses]

...do you work tonight?