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[goldenglasses]

[Needing to clear his head Vash has decided to talk a walk around town. He’s still not really sure what to do about the letter. He needs to go home and ‘take care of’ his brother - but he’s already made friends here he doesn’t want to forget about. In the midst of his brooding he notices something.] There’s a flower shop here? Ahhhh! I wonder if they have geraniums!! [Vash can be found near/around the flower shop before heading back home]

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[herotypical]

[Buffy is on her way home after collecting some empty crates from one of the shops. After all, if a girl's gonna move she needs something to put her things in during the move.

It's at this point--with two or three boxes precariously balanced in her arms--that she spots another blonde in a red jacket. What, are we a plague here or something?]

What's that about geraniums?

Oh Vash and his talking out loud habit and red goes good with blonde?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash peers over at the girl with the boxes before smiling a bit shyly.] An old friend of mine loved geraniums - but I've never seen a real one.

The Slayer agrees, what with her red wings.

[herotypical]

I...I don't know if I have, either. I've never been a gardener. How'll you find one if you've never seen one?

Poor Vash got stuck with boring white wings

[goldenglasses]

I saw some pictures of them before! They were beautiful; but it's just not the same.

[herotypical]

[Shifting the weight boxes, she peeks around the side to get a better look at the man.]

You might want to talk to Aerith. She knows pretty much everything about flowers, ever.

[goldenglasses]

Aerith? Pretty name. [He nods] Thanks! I'll be sure to look for her!

[Peers at your boxes] Do you need a hand?

[herotypical]

I'm alright. Really. It's not that much farther and--[Oh. Spoke too soon. There goes the top-most crate as it topples forwards and out of her grip. Rats.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash rushes foward and slides onto his stomach to catch the box just in time.] That was close! [He stands with a grin]

[herotypical]

[She smiles widely at the display of Good Samaritanness.] You really didn't have to--it's just a box. But...thanks.

[goldenglasses]

There could have been something breakable in it! Sure you don't need a hand?

[herotypical]

[She smirks.] They're empty. I'm taking them home to put stuff in...but, sure. Why not? I guess I could use a hand. And if you'd like I can point out Aerith's house on the way.

[goldenglasses]

Sounds good! [After all - it's not like the flower shop is going anywhere. He can come back!] I'm Vash!

[herotypical]

[With her two boxes still firmly gripped, she begins to lead the way.] Hi, Vash. I'm Buffy.

[goldenglasses]

[He follows like a good helper!] It's nice to meet you Buffy!

[herotypical]

Same to you. [She's walking gingerly. After all, there might be ice underneath the snow and she was so unaccustomed to this whole winter deal.]

So, how about this friend who likes geraniums? Is she here or back home?

[goldenglasses]

She... died. A long time ago. I've heard they can bring the dead here - but I haven't seen her around.

[herotypical]

[Crap. Y'know, Buffy--there is such a thing as tact.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[goldenglasses]

It's alright. I think she's happy. She told me once that people who die go to the land of angels and I'm sure there's lots of flowers there. [He smiles as he thinks about it] And she had someone waiting for her there to; so I know she's alright.

[herotypical]

Heaven? [Buffy smiles quietly at the thought. And, perhaps, a touch sadly.] I'm sure she's there and comfy and there's probably lots of flowers.

[goldenglasses]

Heaven? [He nods - liking the sound of it] It sounds like a good word.

[herotypical]

Yeah. It's where people are supposed to go after they--y'know. When they die.

[goldenglasses]

[He nods some more] It's good to have a nice word for that. [But Vash is sensing this might be a sensitive topic. Attempted topic change: GO!] So what are all the boxes for?

[herotypical]

[She's grateful for the change.] I'm moving and apparently I have a lot of stuff that's gotta get moved along with me.

[goldenglasses]

Oh! Moving? Where are you moving too?

[herotypical]

Another house, down the road. Not too far but someone asked me to move in so--why not?