[Voice] Backdated to EARLY morning. Mun doesn't do early on Saturday!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's eyes shot open early in the morning. He had been having such an awful dream about Legato and there was gunfire and then Wolfwood was there. Wolfwood, had... he had...

That's not how that reoccurring nightmare tends to go.

It had been a nightmare, right?

Right?

Vash's journal falls to the floor as he bangs into his desk trying to grab it. His face is ash white as he picks it up and shouts into it.]

What day is it!?

[And after finding out what he did was not, in fact, a dream, Vash will be running for the bathroom and actually being sick over the very idea of it all. It's sometime after that, that he finally filters everything away from Legato and make one more statement.]

[Filtered to Legato // 90% Unhackable]

Legato, are you alright? [You're still alive right? Oh, for once, please answer this. He'll never forgive himself if he finds out you bleed out after they ditched you at the clinic.] I'm... I'm sorry.

Comments

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

You might tip the scale a little sometimes, but it is pretty even.

[goldenglasses]

A little? Are you sure you want that to be your final answer? [Look! He's TRYING to be silly!]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Do I have another option?

[goldenglasses]

Well, I guess I thought I was at least doing better than Wolfwood at giving you headaches.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

No, but I have a feeling this place is going to make you and Milly running competition for each other.

[goldenglasses]

Heh... you think so, huh?

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty experienced at judging these things by now.

[goldenglasses]

Guess I'll have to take your word on that.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Mm... [ She gives his arm another squeeze. ]

Let's get you back to bed... you should probably rest some more, unless you want some breakfast, now?

[goldenglasses]

No, I don't want to go back to [sleep] bed.

I don't feel like eating, but I could come out and sit at the table.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

That's fine, too. You can keep me company until the others smell the food cooking, hm?

[goldenglasses]

Alright. [He thinks he can handle that as he pushes himself to his feet.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

[ She holds onto his coat and pulls herself up. It's handy to have someone taller than her nearby sometimes. ]

I'm still deciding what to make them, anyway. I feel like I should try new things every so often to keep it interesting for everyone.

[goldenglasses]

That sounds like a good idea. I wonder what we should try first.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure yet. There were some spicier recipes I saw for breakfast omelets I saw while flipping through a book once.

[goldenglasses]

That does sound pretty good.

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

I'll have to ask if the others like spicy things. It might be a bit much for breakfast.

[goldenglasses]

Maybe, but it sounds like a good way to wake up after a long night. [With hangovers.]

[bernardelli.livejournal.com]

Well, you'd certainly be awake.