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[goldenglasses]

[Today, Vash can be found most anywhere, except his place. He’s avoiding CH4 for some reason right now. He’ll be leaving at the crack of dawn and staying out until very late at night. He also doesn’t stop to visit the bakery. The item shop and grocery store are fair game, and so is the bar. He’ll be bopping around until he starts to feel restless and move on, but he has a very important announcement to make.]

[Filtered from Legato and Yuber//100% Unhackable]

Hey, everyone! It was Naoki’s birthday last week. Not a fun week for a birthday, so we need a party to celebrate it the right way. If you’re a friend of Naoki, seen him on the street, or just want to meet him? You’re invited! How about… two days from now! On the ninth in house number thirty one! There’s not too many people living around there so we can be loud without upsetting anyone! [Comment spam log to come in a couple days~]

Oh… Sanji, you can make the cake, right?

[A bit later, Vash will be at the flower shop and again notice that Flonne isn’t there.]

Has anyone heard from Flonne in a while? I haven’t seen her around the flower shop at all lately.

[…ahah, yeah. Vash just isn’t going to mention that post of Legato’s.]

[Edited after being given the idea] Hey! Brook! Luka! Do you think you two could help with the music!?

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Do you know how much easier a job Meryl would have if the houses rebuilt themselves back home?

[notabluesbro]

Do you know how much easier it would be for you and I to get away with things?

[For reals.]

[goldenglasses]

I don't know. Even if things grew back, I get the feeling most people still wouldn't appreciate their walls being destroyed.

[notabluesbro]

Aaaw, but don't you miss the horrible mob of townsfolk chasing you because their bar magically got blown to bits~?

[goldenglasses]

No! Who would miss something like that?!

[notabluesbro]

Don't complain. It was great exercise, for you and the fatter sections of the group.

Keywords man... keywords.

[goldenglasses]

EMOTICON RIGHT BACK AT YA~~

[notabluesbro]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just smirks and gives you a friendly shove once they reach the top of the stairs.] Yeah, well, I didn't need that extra exercise when I was too busy trying to keep you out of trouble.

[notabluesbro]

Me out of trouble? [Have an elbow back!] There was just that one time with the freaky robots in the desert—and I covered you back anyway! Without my usual gun.

[Totally keeping a sidearm on him after that whole fiasco. B|]

[goldenglasses]

Oh yeah? What about that Quick Draw Tournament?

[notabluesbro]

That was a team effort, and for your information I did most of the work by the end of that fiasco. You weren't even that helpful, getting your ass hung over!

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I didn't want to do it and I'm not the one who brought the booze over in the first place. I think you wanted me to be drunk.

[notabluesbro]

How was I suppose to know you'd be a lightweight?! And everything would have been hunky dory if you didn't sign me up behind my back.

You agreed to do it because his mom was gorgeous and you know it.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... [Getting a dreamy look.] ...she was.

[notabluesbro]

...Having trouble coming down from those clouds, needle noggin?

[goldenglasses]

Oh, like you weren't helping out and signed me up for the silly tournament for the same thing. [Oh look, their apartment. He's going to stand out here though so Meryl hopefully won't hear this argument over pretty women. Crush? Who has a crush? Oh no, he's just worried about the back of BOTH their heads getting smashed in.]

[notabluesbro]

Don't be ridiculous! It was the grace of God, my job as priest, that led me to those poor weary souls.

[goldenglasses]

And signing me up for that tournament instead of doing it yourself?

[notabluesbro]

God told me to, obviously~

[goldenglasses]

He did not.

[notabluesbro]

A man of the cloth knows these things, spikey~

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just sighs, he has a feeling he won't win this fight, even if he should.] Whatever you say preacher man.

...nails are better, actually. :Da

[notabluesbro]

Excellent.

[Poor Vash never seems to win! Maybe he should be as annoying and troll-like as Wolfwood. Learn from the worst best of 'em!

He starts into his room, pauses, and looks out at the other gunslinger for a moment.]

By the way, God also told me to nail your bedroom door shut.

[And he closes his door happily.]

Nails make everything better!

[goldenglasses]

YOU WHAT?! [And this is Vash. Running for his room. You can bet that bedroom door of yours is not staying shut long if you really did try to nail his door shut.]