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[Vash may have been turned into a 134 year old human, but he's sure as heck not letting that stop him. He's managed to find himself a walker with a seat on it so he can move around a bit and rest when he needs to. After the last few days of rain he decides he's going to head outside.

It's a long and slow trip. As he needs to take a lot of time to stop and rest, and with only one arm the walker is a little hard to push, but he'll eventually get to all his usual stops. Seventh Heaven, the Bakery, the Flower Shop, Good Spirits, and he'll also be spending some time around the fountain.

During his people watching by the fountain he'll pull out his journal.] That was some rain we just had. I just wish there was a better way to tell it was coming then my joints getting stiff and sore! Couldn't something nice happen instead? Mmhm... [He trails off. Forgetting what he was just talking about. A few minutes will pass then he'll notice his journal is open.] Oh! This silly book. I guess I should say something now that it's open. That was some crazy rain we just had! I just wish my joints wouldn't get so sore before it!

[Respond with cation people of Luceti. As Vash is in a bit of a rambling mood. He will continue to ramble on into the journal, often repeating himself, until he eventually falls asleep for a bit.

After his nap, which if no one comes by to wake him, may be a long one he'll work his way home to House Five. Where he'll sit himself down in the armchair he has basically claimed as his own during his old age to wait for supper.]

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[Vash sits comfortably in the big armchair in the living room as he waits for dinner. There were a few complications being so old added to his life, but if he was being honest with himself, out of all the things the Malnosso had done this wasn't so bad.

He had never thought he would live to experience what getting old would feel like. After spending over a hundred and thirty years alive and not aging for more than a couple of those years he wasn't sure he could age. Not to mention there was that pesky problem of being an outlaw. If he did eventually start to age a bullet would probably take him sooner than later.

Even if he had been thrown into old age instead of being gradually aged into it, it wasn't all bad. So he sighs, content with himself, as he waits for someone to come by the living room. Wanting to pester them and to find out what dinner plans were.]

[Wolfwood's had taken plenty of time lately to help out with the old man, that's to be sure. And regardless of how typical he is talking to the man, he's been considerably gentler in most approaches; he's met older people, but it's not typical. It's not something that happens often on Gunsmoke for him, either. It's a fragile balance, and to know that Vash could fall and hurt himself severely, where before he could leap off roofs and dodge bullets? It's concerning.

Hey, he's a worry wart sometimes. Even if he rarely shows it.]

Hey, spikey--got anything you're interested in eating?

[Milly's gotten better at cooking. So proud.

But he'll help just in case. :|]

[Amelia hasn't been so good about hiding it as Wolfwood has. Her worry is pretty evident, every time she sees Vash struggling to move, or resting somewhere and looking so frail. It honestly makes her stomach twist, and more than once she's been caught staring, or with her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

It's completely and utterly wrong.

She's better when Milly and Wolfwood are in the room, at least. And Amelia has also been trying to help, even if she's a bit too eager to volunteer for errands that involve leaving the house. She's just getting back from one when Wolfwood asks Vash about dinner.]

Guess that means I shouldn't give him these. [Amelia holds up the bag of donuts from the bakery, unaware of the fact that Vash went by himself earlier in the day.]

Well, I suppose that - [He starts, it taking a bit before he even realizes Amelia is in the room, but that doesn't last long.]

- that just a few won't hurt my appetite! [Don't you dare keep those delicious pieces of heaven from him. He'll have a heart attack just to spite you!]

Well okay Mr. Vash, you just have three for now so you don't ruin your appetite; I made a yummy chicken and bacon risotto with mushrooms and green peas and sweetcorn, so you better make sure you leave plenty of room for that!

[Milly's good at putting on a brave face, she's had her share of elderly relatives to look after in the past and even though it's just awful to see Mr. Vash come to this, she knows they can't afford to let it upset him.]

And then you can have the rest as dessert, does that sound good?

O-only three?

[And holy crap, Milly! That's a lot of food! Vash wonders how tender the chicken will be. It all sounds so good he'd hate to have trouble chewing it.

And thank goodness, there was no cheese in that list. Cheese hasn't been getting along with his stomach very well lately.]

You guys are giving him those before dinner...

[Lord, should we even MAKE dinner, if he's eating donuts.]

Well, not like he can't eat the entire fridge, even right now, I guess.

Hey, I'm not giving them to him. I just made the trip.

[Talk to your wife, Wolfwood. Milly's spoiling him.

Wisely, Amelia doesn't actually hand the bag to Vash. Instead she disappears into the kitchen long enough to dump three donuts onto a plate, leaving the rest safely where Vash can't get to them.]

Dinner smells good, Milly. [Amelia is pretty constantly amazed at what Milly can do in the kitchen. Without setting anything on fire, even.

And contrary to what she said before, now Amelia does give Vash the donuts.]

Here.

Well I hope it tastes good, I thought I'd try out a new recipe and see how it worked out, because it looked nice and easy, and hopefully it's not overcooked because the book says you need to slow cook it so everything's nice and tender.

[She's purposefully been paying attention to preparing easy to eat meals and it doesn't get much easier than soft rice and meat.]

I think we'll have risotto coming out of our ears, I'm sure I made far too much.

Ahh! Danke, danke! [Vash is more than happy to take that plate from Amelia, trying to hide the shake in his hand as he does so, but it's just impossible. Nor the fact that he just can't eat with the same gusto as he once did.

He takes a bite of the first donut with a huge smile.] Mmmhmmm! Now that's heaven right there! [And it really is. He savors of the taste of the donut as he chews it carefully, making sure it's carefully broken up before he swallows.]

[He wishes he could get mad at Vash sometimes. Seeing him go from youthful guy to old man is jarring, and even worse, the ailments that come from an old body... but then he remembers how much Vash would have given to age along with everyone else. He wonders what it'll be like, when he inevitably outlives Meryl and Milly... Hell, even if they all stay here for decades, he'd have to even watch Wolfwood get old.

Do they just come back young? New? He's not sure.]

Not giving them to him, she says...

[But he's in relatively decent spirits, smiling at Milly.] Hey, I bet Noah could eat the whole pot. He's already showing great promise, y'know.

[Spoken as he sleeps a powerhouse nap in the other room.

He will be hungry as hell when he wakes up, that's for sure.]

[Milly's cheerful, Wolfwood is giving her a hard time, and Vash is cheerfully munching away on donuts; in other words, it's completely normal. Amelia gives Vash a nod, then shoots Wolfwood a half-hearted glare as she walks by.]

Means more food for me.

[Since she wasn't kidding when she mentioned the aroma. Amelia's hungry, and she looks back at Milly.]

Is it going to be ready soon?

Well I don't think it could be too much longer; maybe another ten minutes or so just to let the rice absorb all of the chicken stock. I don't want it to be all soupy, there's just nothing worse than soggy risotto.

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[The flower shop has been suffering lately, but Raine's able to give it a little more tending today than she had been able to during these last two weeks. There's a lot of organizing to be done - mostly little things that piled up over the last few days, sorting out some requests, and tending to the plants that needed the most attention during this part of the season.

All of this balancing, and she has to be careful not to tire herself. Such as it is, she wasn't entirely aware of Vash's condition, though when she hears the sound of the door jingle, she looks up from labeling the seed packets.]

[Vash walks in through the door, missing on arm, looking over a hundred years older than he usually does, and pushing a walker in front of him.]

PHEW! I made it. [He turns to sit on the little seat that's on the walker. He needs a moment to rest before he goes looking to see if anyone is here. His eyesight and hearing so bad right now he has no idea that Raine is nearby.]

Can I help you? [There's something familiar and yet not about the voice; she can't place it, but the old man seems strangely too familiar with the shop.]

Eh? [He turns towards the noise. He hadn't quiet heard all that was said. He squints a bit, finally seeing Raine.] Ah, Raine! It's me, Vash! [He can guess at what she said.]

Vash? [She notices the squinting, so she leaves her work to approach him, and get a better look at his condition.] Goodness, are you all right?

Fine. Just fine. I guess the Malnosso felt the making me a kid thing was overdone and went for the opposite. I'll be back to normal in a week or two.

I see, so you're still mentally the same?

You got it. So I have no new and exciting memories of the future I'm afraid.

I think I could do just fine without any more 'memories' from the future. How long were you affected like this? I haven't been able to keep up, lately.

Ah, a few days? ...a week? [He's forgotten.]

Hmm... I see. [She observes him, making a few conclusions of her own.]

... Anyway, you don't have to push yourself too hard to keep up with things in here. I've gotten most of the worst of it in order, now.

Oh good. I didn't want to leave you here on your own though. I'm still young enough that I can help out! [Only, not really that helpful.] I think I can help water any plants you didn't get to yet.