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[Vash was sore. Spending several weeks combat testing for the Malnosso was a pain, but the points he earned that he one day hoped to spend on seeing Noah one day were hopefully worth it.

Long hair still tied back in a pony tail, wearing the green long sleeve shirt and brown pants that he wore during the combat tests, and sporting a few new bruises and a slight limp, he drops himself in Good Spirits first. Needing a good stiff drink.

It's while nursing his fourth or fifth drink that he eventually opens the journal.]

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Hey there. I'm back. Sorry, I was gone a little longer than expected. Hope things weren't too hectic at Seventh Heaven without me. I'll be back to work tomorrow. Oh, and as long as things are working normally around here still, welcome to all the New Feathers. Hope your stay here won't be too horrible or long!

[For the next few hours Vash will be working his way through a bottle of whiskey. Then it's off to the grocery store to restock his apartment. Speaking of which, the very moment he gets back to community building four he'll be attacked by a couple cats who have missed their favorite scratching post. Feel free to run into him at any point in his wanderings today.

After relaxing just a bit at home, Vash does finally decide to open his journal just once more.]

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I'm back. [It's all that's said for now. He's not really sure he wants to talk to his brother anyway. Still, one never does make the best choices while buzzed.

It's later on when he finally checks his calender and sees just what day it is. Or close to. July 21st. They just had to bring him back in time to remember the anniversary of the destruction of the city of July. He was going to need a lot more alcohol over the next couple days.]

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[The twentieth. Then that means tomorrow is the anniversary of-

There's a very small and subtle intake of breath as it takes Vash a moment to answer. Possibly one that most people would have missed, more so when speaking over the journals. But for a perceptive brother, one that could be heard.]

Ah... yeah. A few days longer than I thought. [He had nearly missed it.]

[It's a date that Knives recalled but preferred not to. The revelation of when it was, as opposed to when it should be, draws a slight narrowing of the eyes at Vash's reaction. But nothing in his tone changes.]

More than a few, by my guess. You intend to rest now, I take it. Keep the stupidity down to a minimum.

[Vash doesn't respond right away. When he does it's subdued amd soft.] Yeah... rest for a bit. I will be. [After tomorrow is left unspoken.]

[Knives is silent for a time. He knows what Vash is likely to get up to, and weighs saying something about it. Cautioning Vash to not get smashed out of his mind ... would be ignored. Most anything he said would be ignored, if he were honest.

That's how it worked. How it had worked for so long.]

I intended to visit the beach tomorrow, and try my hand at a little fishing. If you would like to come, I can find another pole.

No, I don think I'll - [There's a pause as his brain catches up to the fact that Knives was inviting him out for a little day trip. Like a brother might have. -will.

[Any other day maybe, but tomorrow on the anniversary of July Vash isn't sure he can handle having a fun day with his brother. The man that was the catalyst for that day. To have a day enjoying his company when he very nearly missed the day itself.] Just, not tomorrow.

[It's not an offer Knives is likely to make again any time soon. The choice had been deliberate, based on what tomorrow represented; he'd had no plans whatsoever to visit the beach and try fishing up until he'd made the offer.

Lost July didn't only have meaning for Vash the Stampede. But he chooses to not argue it, or even try to suggest perhaps of all days it's one Vash shouldn't spend alone. Instead he merely inclines his head.]

As you like then. Stay out of trouble.

[Knives knew better than to expect more than this, simple confirmation that Vash hadn't been horribly mauled by the Malnosso and little more. A moment's pause, and he simply shuts his journal and tosses it aside, where his dog immediately grabs it up to chew on it a little. A little chewing didn't hurt anything.]

I will. [Sitting quietly at home with his thoughts and a stiff drink shouldn't get him in too much trouble.

With talks apparently done between the two Vash shuts his journal. Placing it in his pocket and returns to finish the drink he's already started.]

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