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[goldenglasses]

[Vash has spent the last couple weeks as he usually does after a draft. Lost in thought over a lost Eden and mostly just a waiting game for the nightmares at night to stop. With many trips out to the forest to a certain flower patch and Good Spirits.

The last couple days though, he's found there's a slight change in his way of thinking. Maybe he had been wrong all of this time. It all seemed so clear now. Sometimes it was just better and easier if certain people died. How much happier and how many more good people would be alive if he had figured that out sooner.

Today instead of the forest he finds a new place to sit with his thoughts. They may not be apples, but still finds it comforting to sit under a mikan tree, idly watching a spider hard at work making a web.

After some time, he decides that's that's too much depressing thought for one day. Time to hit up Good Spirits! He takes the long way there, weaving through the forest before finally arriving to his destination, and after a few drinks he's feeling much better! So much better it's let him think about someone else that's been on his mind lately.]

Hey guys, is it just me or has the cat been getting really fat lately? I swear I haven't been sneaking her any treats. [Yes he has.] And man! It's been hot! Makes me miss the winter! Not as hot as a desert, but I think I've had enough of being hot for more than ONE lifetime! AHAHAHA! [It's been awhile since Vash has made a totally unfiltered voice post. After all, no need to worry about who's listening in when you have plans to shoot to kill anyone who messes with your friends.

When the drinks are done Vash makes sure to visit and lend a hand at the flower shop. (Don't worry, he wouldn't dream of going there drunk!) Before finally heading home, but not first without making a stop to the bakery for some donuts to bring back with him!]

Comments

[justicereigns]

Maybe she's pregnant? The cat I mean.

[goldenglasses]

EH!? Pregnant!? AHAHAHA! Why would she be pregnant!

[justicereigns]

Well, cats do that sometimes.

[goldenglasses]

I guess that's true! They do! [Lalalala! Why would HIS cat be pregnant though!]

[justicereigns]

So maybe that's why she's putting on weight.

[goldenglasses]

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[goldenglasses]

...although she did find my donut supply the other day.

[i_speak_softly]

[Cat? Fat? Her?]

[The journal may still be open as Don shouts:] Mikey!

[Excuse him while he gives his uncharacteristically-glum brother an earful.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike is actually in a slightly better mood than he was yesterday, which means he's lounging listlessly on the couch instead of in bed. At Don's shout he just pulls a pillow over his head. He doesn't even wanna know.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Too bad, he's gonna find out.]

How many romantic encounters did your cat have during that experiment?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Muffled, from under the pillow:] How the hell should I know?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don shows a little restraint, because he's convinced Mike's melancholy is due to an oncoming illness.]

Do you know of more than two?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Sullenly, and still muffled:] No.

What, there's another angry cat-owner out there?

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[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

Hot's hot, cold is cold. [ Yeah, she complains about the weather, too. It's just that she is obviously so weatherproof when she's not complaining or something. And she doesn't like other people complaining unless she agrees.

... fifteen year old girl. Things get complicated. ]

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[goldenglasses]

AHAHAHAHA! You got a point there! Hahahahahha!

[ voice ]

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

[ facepalming is definitely good for the spirit, you know? ]

It's a good idea not to take the book along if you're just gonna be drinking and yelling at it.

[ voice ]

[goldenglasses]

Eh!? Yelling? Who's yelling into the journal!?

[ voice ]

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

No idea.

[ voice ]

[goldenglasses]

Then why are you saying there's people yelling!?

[voice]

[godbent]

[...]

The heat means summer, Vash. Summer, and surf!

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

Surf? [He's heard of the term before. Never really seen or experienced it himself. All he can really think about that is drowning.]

[voice]

[godbent]

Like... the beach?

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

Ahahaha, well, me and my friends have been meaning to make a trip to the ocean.

[voice]

[godbent]

You should do that! The beach is one of the staples of summer, and one of the few which can be accomplished in Luceti properly.

[voice]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah? I have to admit my first time out there didn't go so well. What do you usually do at the beach?