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[goldenglasses]

[Vash has started to keep to himself more the past couple days. Rem's arrival had almost made him forget this day, but he could never really forget.

Today he heads out early, trying to leave the new house before anyone else is awake. He finds a spot near the fountain to do some early morning people watching before getting up and heading to the bakery. He stops outside, knowing this isn't really where he wants to be, it's just habit. He turns and heads to the flower shop instead. He doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure that everything is still running smooth without Aerith.

He checks the time to duck over to Good Spirits quickly. He wants to be there and gone before Meryl's shift. He orders a couple of beers before he starts growing restless again. This wasn't right either. What was he suppose to do on this day? How could he ever fix this mistake?

Without much thought he grabs a couple bottle and heads out into the forest. He walks for a bit before just sitting down against a tree inspecting his find. People said this blue stuff was strong, now seemed to be a good time to try it out.

Some point in his drinking his journal falls out of his pocket and starts to record. For awhile it records very little until suddenly-]

CRASH!

[There's the sound of a whiskey bottle shattering as it's thrown against a tree. It's followed by silence that is slowly broken by soft sobs.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to.

(ooc: Anyone who wants to talk to Vash before he gets himself drunk is free to call for him over the journals! He'll have it on him all day! Or run into him pretty much anywhere.)

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[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[That isn't entirely what she meant. Good try, though. She's not leaving.]

[goldenglasses]

[And he just doesn't care, he will stop his crying now he knows someone is watching. He'll just sit there staring down at the remaining bottle in his hand.

Damn, why'd he have to throw the full one?]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[She picks up some of the larger pieces of glass and sniffs them.

Alcohol. The kind they drink. No wonder he's acting like...that.]

If drinking from these bottles turns you violent, then you should not drink them.

[She knows he has a gun. ...She also knows he rescued her once.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash knows he's on thin ice when it comes to you and your mother... well... mostly you from outright attacking him when he's in this forest. So he takes a quiet moment to make sure his thoughts are correct before he speaks. Fighting through the confusing cloud the alcohol has added to his already upset mind.]

Does it help, [a pause] that I threw it, [another small pause] because I knew, I should not be drinking it.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

I don't care whether you drink it. I care that you might harm the forest because of it.

[This may be the most sentences she's ever said to him in a conversation]

[goldenglasses]

I won't hurt the forest. Hurting anything is the last thing I want to do.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the glass, and then at him again. Really?]

[goldenglasses]

[Okay. Not his smartest move.] I'm going to pick up the mess. Be careful you don't cut yourself on it.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[And make it worse? Hah! San just gives him another look, before bending to gather all the shards onto a large leaf herself.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash gets himself up to come over and help.] You don't have to do that. I really was going to pick it up. [And he's going to feel even worse if you hurt yourself picking up after him.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[She won't hurt herself. Glass is sharp, even she knows that. When his hands start to fumble around to help her, they'll get smacked away, even before she can really think about it. Sorry if that really hurt, Vash. She doesn't know her own strength in the one arm, but she growls as it spasms afterward]

[goldenglasses]

[But even the most careful person can get hurt by mistake on glass! So he worries.

Out of instinct Vash pulls his hands away from the stinging smack they just received with a bit of a hiss. But spasms? Drunk or not Vash knows spasms aren't generally a good thing and his worry for other will always take over any emotion he may have at the moment.]

Are you alright?

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[gruff and growly as ever.]

[goldenglasses]

[He can't help but stare at that arm of yours.] Are you sure?

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[The spasms have stopped, but she has it wrapped so no one can see anything different.]

It is a gift from the Malnosso. [Oh, look at that sneer on her face.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's own eyes narrow a bit. Rare is it when they do anything good.] What did they do?

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Nothing you need to know about.

[She doesn't snap at him, but she's serious. He's not trusted enough.]

[goldenglasses]

[But... but the worry!] You're sure you're alright? Maybe someone else in the village could help.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

It won't work. Leave it alone.

[goldenglasses]

But so many people come from such different places. Maybe one of them knows something your world hasn't found yet. [He has no clue what's wrong, he just really wants to make sure you're not in pain.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

Why are you worried?

[goldenglasses]

I don't like to see anyone in pain.