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[Those who know Vash may have been noticing slight differences about him the past week to two weeks. He's not around as much, taking longer and longer walks through the forest. Visiting the spot where he once fought Wolfwood and Legato more and more.

Today he leaves his house extra early and spends most of the day at that spot. He has his journal and will answer it if someone wants to get a hold of him, but will not be using it himself. He'll return to the village later in the evening and finds a quiet place to sit at Good Spirits with a bottle of cheap whiskey.]

There's so much life in this place... and yet... [No one knows the terrible things I've done.]

[He'll be there until the place looks like it's about to close up before stumbling his way back home. It's on his way that he takes his journal out and speaks into it with the slightest slur to his voice.]

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On this day, back home... the city of July was destroyed. I know - I know you all couldn't know the people there. I just, I just don't want them to ever be forgotten and how they lost everything in a single moment. [He stops speaking for a moment. His voice breaking as tears start to fall from his eyes.] And I'm so sorry.

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No, I wasn't drinking at home tonight.

[He does seem pretty beat up.]

That's one point for you. Hey, man... where are you know?

Headed home.

I'll meet you there. I've sobered up, but I can catch up on the way.

That's alright. You don't need to.

You sure? I can hear you out.

Yeah. I'm fine. [Says the man stumbling home drunk late at night while trying not to cry.]

[Greed may already be strolling outside with the journal still in hand while starting a bottle of vodka.]

I can't hear you. A little louder?

I'm fine! [Vash raises his voice. Maybe a little too loud. Hope no one was trying to sleep.]

[He cups his ear, managing to slightly hear a shout matching the one in his book. He head off in that direction.]

Oh, so that's what you said. You didn't have to say it so loud, man.

Mmmrm... sorry. [He's feeling extra apologetic today for some reason.]

Don't worry about it. You have a lot of alcohol and stress in your system.

[Greed continues to trudge forward while gulping down alcohol. Is that a person he spots growing closer?]

If that person is tall and with some spiky hair that's starting to fall then it just may be Vash! More so if the figure is weaving slightly.]

[Yep, Greed soon recognizes that dopey here and slightly accelerates his brisk pace. He wasn't in this form when they met on the moon, but Vash would recognize his real form from the doughnut runs assuming they actually happened.]

You wouldn't believe how far away I could hear you from.

[Of COURSE they're happening. Vash would cry until they did happen. And we mean cry.

Vash turns when he hears the voice.] Oh, sorry.

[Of course. Of course.

Greed snaps his journal shut and tucks it into his vest, finishes the vodka and smashes it into the ground.]

You gotta learn some rules about being drunk. First? Alchohol's supposed to make things fun. So stop being sorry about everything! And secondly? [He snatches Vash's journal out of his hands.] You gotta cut yourself off from anything you can use for communication before you say anything you'll regret- especially something that'll be recorded! I might have just saved you from making an embarrassing love confession.

Edited 2012-07-23 03:16 (UTC)

I don't have anyone here to make embarrassing love confessions to. No need to worry about that. A-and I'm not drunk! [He just can't walk straight!]

Please. I've lived in a bar for longer than you've lived, most likely. I know a drunk when I see one. Also when I hear and smell one.

Well, I can't exactly say I've LIVED in a bar that long. [Although he wonders about the life bit.]

Yeah, a century or so gets you pretty wise to these kinds of things.

A century in a bar, huh? Seems like it would start to get a little dull to me. [If Vash wasn't so drunk he'd probably realize he should make a bigger deal about that century part.]

Edited 2012-07-23 17:08 (UTC)

I did feel cooped up sometimes. It helped that I had good company.

Sometimes, company can help. [Sometimes.]

Exactly. That's one of the most basic human desires. To want to have others around. A comrade, a friend... can be pretty helpful.

Yeah... human.

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