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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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[goldenglasses]

[Vash bites his tongue, keeping his thoughts about how he doesn't deserve something like that to himself this time.] That would be nice.

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

Do you think so, Vash?

[she eyes him a bit as they slowly meander along.]

...I want you to be happy. Your smile is contagious... do you know that? It always makes me happy.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... [He almost points out how many things make her happy, but he's afraid of it being taken the wrong way. Instead he keeps quiet, trying to focus on not falling over.]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

You don't look like you believe me, even if you say yes...

[goldenglasses]

I do. [Maybe.]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

Then try to keep that chin up, okay Vash?

[she stops where they are in the woods, turning to look up at him.]

...Instead of thinking about whatever you've lost and done wrong, think about what you have right here with you.

[goldenglasses]

But I don't deserve the things I have.

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

That isn't true...!

But even if you think it is, then... we love you anyway, don't we? And if you being our lives makes us happy, and seeing you happy makes us happy... maybe that's a way to earn it.

[goldenglasses]

You think so, Rem? [Even if he's half confused by what you said. That's too confusing for a drunk to follow.]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

I do.

Happiness is contagious. Just like your smile.

If you're happy, then... we are, too.

[goldenglasses]

Then... if it helps you, I'll try, Rem.

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

[ah, son. she gives him a little squeeze, before leading him off again.]

Thank you, Vash.

[goldenglasses]

Welcome. [It's more of an automatic response than anything. He's going to put most of his focus back on trying not to walk on Rem's feet.]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

[it's a good plan, son. she'll settle with this for now, letting the quiet fall over them as she leads him to home.

not long, now! just hold out a little longer, then she's putting you to bed.]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh bed, thank god. He was starting to get pretty dizzy being up so high.

And he'll just go ahead and sleep in his coat. Yeah. It's pretty comfy.]

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

[she'll make sure there's some water and aspirin at the bedside table when he wakes up tomorrow.

...and maybe a cool cloth for his head, too. there there ;( sleep well, little Vashykins.]

[goldenglasses]

[Moooooooooooom, don't call me Vashykins. I'm a big boy now!

A big boy now who's too stupid to keep himself from getting too drunk.




...okay, you can call me Vashykinds for the aspirin. He's so going to need it in the morning.]