[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

[notabluesbro]

[SIIIIGH

He rolls over back into the safety of his covers.]

Whatever you want, spikey. Just don't blame me if we're overrun.

[goldenglasses]

Maybe we could keep a better eye on her! ...somehow...

[notabluesbro]

Fine. It's your new official job in Luceti—congrats.

[goldenglasses]

But she likes you so much better!

So good luck with that! Oh! It smells like breakfast is ready! So see you later!

[notabluesbro]

You're really going to leave me in charge of her, knowing I'll run her down to the doc's for a snipping? Fine by me.

[goldenglasses]

[Stopping now!] That's not fair!

[notabluesbro]

You don't get everything, spikey. Pick and choose: save the cat from my evil priestly ways, or snip-snip.

[goldenglasses]

Fine, fine. I'll watch the cat. [Sometimes.]