[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Today Vash is at the Battle Dome. Not usually his favorite place in Luceti, but even an expert gunman needs to practice if he wants to be ready for anything a draft might throw at him. So he's running a few simulations.

He's set the settings and enemies to random, but cranked the difficult level up to high. It doesn't give him much trouble. Even the first setting on the moon doesn't slow him down. He easily compensates the weightlessness, gliding around easily enough. The fact that his gun doesn't work is a problem at first, but he gets good at sneaking around the robots that come after him and takes them down hand to hand and with a knife hidden in his boots.

The next is in a forest. This time it's panthers and other exotic creatures that are after him. Not to mention the hunters in there that are not happy to see Vash at all. It doesn't take long to shoot out their legs and ditch the animals. The scene changes quickly.

Old Western. Now THIS was familiar a small town filled to the brim with bandits. Very familiar. He shoots quickly, bandits fall one by one by one. Clutching at arms and legs when suddenly a man appears, that looks strikingly like Vash himself, and without even a second thought Vash shoots him right between the eyes.]

STOP! [The scenario stops but takes a moment to disappear. Vash stares down at his brother until he vanishes. With a sigh he runs his hand through his hair. It was getting long and shaggy.] I messed it up again. I should have- [He shakes his head.] Can't change the past. [He exits the room, having enough of this and grabs his journal.]

[Voice]



Anyone a hair stylist? I think I need a trim. Or maybe even a change. [He makes sure to give the journal a nice, happy grin.] And to everyone new coming in I hope you're able to settle in! Things may not always seem so great here, but it's not all bad, right? At least the food is free! It's nice not having to worry about having spare cash on you all the time!

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[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

B-b-b-but I can't eat anything at the bakery anymore!

[Voice]

[concasse]

...

Say that again?

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

I can't eat any baked goods anymore. [Don't make him say it again.]

[Voice]

[concasse]

[... He really, really wants you to say it again.

He also really, really shouldn't laugh at your misfortune because no doubt this is a result of either an experiment, or your recent death, which Sanji is not going to dwell on.

But...

B-but...]

Is that right?

My shitty condolences for your loss.

[Freedom.]

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY!?

You better not even be thinking about laughing! This is just one of the most horrible things that have ever happened to me and - you probably are thinking about laughing, aren't you!?

[Voice]

[concasse]

[Fffffffffff--

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[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

YOU ASSHOLE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL!

[Voice]

[concasse]

[Oh look at that. He's dropped the journal and collapsed in a cackling heap on the floor.

Sorry Vash, he'll apologize in a second... after he gets this out of his system.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash was already not in the best of moods. Instead of waiting for Sanji to finish he shuts the journal. Of course if the chef is working today it's not long before Vash brings his grumpy butt into Seventh Heaven. The hungry part wasn't a joke after all.]

[Action]

[concasse]

[Lucky for Vash, Sanji's gotten control over his hysterical fit, and doesn't seem all that surprised when the gunman barges inside]

Aah, there you are. Sorry about that. [Look at how sorry he looks]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

No you're not. [Vash takes off his winter coat, showing that he's actually not wearing his usual red. Instead sporting a pair of dark jeans and a grey zip up jacket on top.]

Could I just get a hambur- [No wait, buns.] A steak or something? I'm starving.

[Action]

[concasse]

[Rather than fill out the order himself, Sanji motions over one of his waiters to take it and send the message on to the kitchen. It really has been a while since he's sat down with Vash.

That he can't bother the chef for donuts just means Sanji's temper will hold out longer.]

Think of it as a shitty favor! Now you don't have to worry about watching your figure.

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

Do I ever really look like I needed to worry about my figure? Now I'll probably get too skinny and weak.

[Action]

[concasse]

Calm the hell down; somehow, I doubt that's your biggest concern.

[Frankly, Sanji's more curious about the withdrawal symptoms. Can you get addicted to donuts?]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

I don't see what else is at the moment. [Well, except for the fact he thinks Nami hates him... again.]

[Action]

[concasse]

[Whatever, Vash. Sanji's not about to indulge your whining. Switching the convo. B|]

Oi, where's your coat? I forgot you had more clothes than your usual outfit.

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

Eh, it's more of a desert coat. This was a bit warmer for winter. All that leather I have to wear under it was a bit of a pain to put on anyway.

[Action]

[concasse]

Aa, I guess that makes sense. [He sends a glance to Vash's hair]

New hair-style might be nice to go with the new look, too.

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Don't know why I didn't think of it sooner actually.

[Action]

[concasse]

What sorta look would you go for?

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

Not sure, but the curly eyebrow look I doubt will work for me.

[Action]

[concasse]

[Oh look at that - Sanji's foot all up in Vash's face.

Wonder how that got there]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Probably much the same way that Vash ended up on his back on the floor.] OW! OW! OW! OW! MY BNOOBS!

[Action]

[concasse]

--So anyway, Broom Head.

What did you want to drink?

[Look at all the shits Sanji gives to your pain]

[Action]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash gets back into his seat, holding his nose carefully.] Something with a whole lot of ice in it.