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Who: Vash and Wolfwood, possibly Gintoki later?
What: After death and a general long time apart, the two friends are reunited.
Where: Apartment C8
When: Late last night
Warnings: Possibility of the following: language, small amounts of angst, Manly Displays of Affection
This was kind of crazy. People weren't supposed to come back from the dead.
Then again, signing a piece of paper wasn't supposed to whisk you away to a spaceship out in the middle of who-knows-where, so even for a person that had seen as much as Vash had, it had a way of expanding what you'd consider crazy.
Vash didn't know what to think of this yet, and almost didn't dare hope that it could be true. For all he knew, this entire situation was some elaborate hallucination. Only the fact that nothing had gotten really trippy yet was making him dismiss that theory. There was a bigger chance that it was a hoax or a trap instead of being the real Wolfwood, but if it wasn't...
There wasn't much time left to think about it. It had already taken Vash fifteen minutes, and he'd been rushing around the entire time. Now that the elevator had deposited him on the right deck, he walked down the hall, counting the room numbers.
He stopped once he got to the right door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
What: After death and a general long time apart, the two friends are reunited.
Where: Apartment C8
When: Late last night
Warnings: Possibility of the following: language, small amounts of angst, Manly Displays of Affection
This was kind of crazy. People weren't supposed to come back from the dead.
Then again, signing a piece of paper wasn't supposed to whisk you away to a spaceship out in the middle of who-knows-where, so even for a person that had seen as much as Vash had, it had a way of expanding what you'd consider crazy.
Vash didn't know what to think of this yet, and almost didn't dare hope that it could be true. For all he knew, this entire situation was some elaborate hallucination. Only the fact that nothing had gotten really trippy yet was making him dismiss that theory. There was a bigger chance that it was a hoax or a trap instead of being the real Wolfwood, but if it wasn't...
There wasn't much time left to think about it. It had already taken Vash fifteen minutes, and he'd been rushing around the entire time. Now that the elevator had deposited him on the right deck, he walked down the hall, counting the room numbers.
He stopped once he got to the right door, took a deep breath, and knocked.