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[Vash is one of the many returning home today. Seeing that the Malnosso are jerks, they took away the black coat he asked for while there, but were nice enough to give him a pair of white new feather pants instead of just a towel. He’ll be hurrying as quick as he can to his apartment, taking a route he hopes won’t have too many people around. They didn’t give him a shirt after all. Not that, that means anything in Luceti.
He just wants to get home, but anyone who happens to catch him in this sorry state may be surprised. Besides being horribly embarrassed by his scars he seems just fine. He doesn’t seem terribly upset by the war he just came from. Won’t even bring it up himself. Of course, there should be at least one person in Luceti who knows better. Right Meryl?
Well, her and whoever might have an apartment near them. As Vash will spend the next few nights screaming. Most of it is just unintelligible shrieks, but sometimes he’s yelling for Rem and asking her jumbled questions. At least the journals won't be picking up any of these night terrors.]
He just wants to get home, but anyone who happens to catch him in this sorry state may be surprised. Besides being horribly embarrassed by his scars he seems just fine. He doesn’t seem terribly upset by the war he just came from. Won’t even bring it up himself. Of course, there should be at least one person in Luceti who knows better. Right Meryl?
Well, her and whoever might have an apartment near them. As Vash will spend the next few nights screaming. Most of it is just unintelligible shrieks, but sometimes he’s yelling for Rem and asking her jumbled questions. At least the journals won't be picking up any of these night terrors.]
