[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash felt pretty crummy this morning when he woke up and realized he had once again fallen in love with another girl. Every year! How does he fall for it every year!? Oh man, he just knows Meryl is going to yell at him big time for this. Maybe he should just get it all out of the way, but man, she's sleeping in really late today.

He taps gently on her room door and peeks his head in.] Meryl? Are you up? Listen I- [Empty. Her room is completely empty. It couldn't really be empty could it? After spending almost a week in love and kissing the wrong person, she couldn't really be gone. Could she?

But the room is still empty. Quietly he'll find the Milly, Wolfwood, and Amelia if they're home to let them know before making a voice announcement.]

[Voice]

For anyone that knew her, I'm sorry. Meryl was sent back home. It's alright, she was in a very safe place there.

[Vash will be visiting Good Spirits shortly after. Wanting to let the workers there know of her return home in case they missed his message. Anyone who wants to find Vash can find him there, at the flower shop, or at home, but not the bakery today.]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Amelia isn't home yet, I'll tell her when she comes home. Milly knows, and she's not feeling too well again.

[notabluesbro]

I... [A breath, as he runs his hand through his hair, before moving toward their room tiredly.] ... I should go see her.

I'll be back.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, not a bad idea. She's up in your bedroom laying down right now.

I'll probably head over to Good Spirits to make sure they know after Amelia gets home.

[notabluesbro]

... Yeah.

[He starts off, but looks back, quiet for a minute.]

I'll see you there.

[And you'd better damn well expect it, Vash, because like hell he's leaving you to drink alone tonight.]

[goldenglasses]

Alright, but don't worry if you lose track of time or can't make it for any reason. [As Vash isn't sure Milly should really be alone right now.] Or if Milly want's to come too, it doesn't have to be a guy's night out at all.

[notabluesbro]

Right. [And he's off--but make no mistake, he'll be tracking you down very soon, mister. After an hour or two of Feelings from his poor wife. Losing a friend sucks, he's surmised. Sucks badly.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash won't be too hard to find. He'll be at the bar, drinking, but not looking too bad. HE'S FINE REALLY!]

[notabluesbro]

[Yeahsure. He sighs and plops down in the seat next to him, quiet for a while as he orders a drink. It's been a long day thus far, and he only imagines it'll be a tough week to follow.]

[goldenglasses]

How's Milly? Is she feeling any better?

[notabluesbro]

Ah... She's not doing too much better, but at least she's able to sleep now. She just needs a few days of rest, but if she keeps up being this sick, I'll have to get Chopper or Law to check in on her...

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, she's been sick for while now. I hope it's just the shock.

[notabluesbro]

Yeah. It's not turning into pneumonia or anything that serious, so as long as we keep an eye on it, it should be okay. [He glances over at the outlaw.] What about you? Are you still in shock?

[goldenglasses]

Me? No. I'm doing alright. She was safe when we parted back home. So I know she's alright. [He smiles, even if he is still upset, but knowing she's safe does help. She's away from experiments. She's safe. She didn't go back to being dead like when Rem left.]

How about you?

[notabluesbro]

Me? I'm upset that Meryl's left and I'm worried and hoping Milly'll getting better. Not to mention, I'm worried about how you're doing because you never talking about anything like a normal person should. All in all, it's nothing I'm not used to.

[goldenglasses]

Aw, come on. I SOMETIMES talk like a normal person at least!

[notabluesbro]

Sometimes.

[He scoffs, taking a drink.]

That might be too much credit. Just don't throw me any of those fake smiles you pull and we'll be golden.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash at first starts to protest that, but Wolfwood has always had a knack of seeing right through those smiles anyway.] Alright, alright. No fake smiles at the bar tonight.

But drunk ones are alright, aren't they?

[notabluesbro]

Mmm...

I can accept that.

[brb downing this drink]

[goldenglasses]

Then let's work on that instead! Bartender! More whiskey over here!