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[endthem]

[he doesn't bother with any false cheer this time, or an attempt at any other personable inflection. He leaves it to fall at its natural hollow monotone, speaking somewhere near the journal but not directly to it. It's monologue time.]

The new year--a time for reflection and promises... and comically well-timed, it seems. At least, now I think I

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Sometime later on in the day!

[chibiremlover]

[Where is Vash? He's trying to fine tune some of the snowman making skills he's learned. He's in the plaza, slowly rolling a fairly large snowball for the base, as he thinks quietly to himself. He's kind of hoping someone will come by to join him; if not at least there are lots of people walking around for him to watch here. That's his favorite part. Seeing all the people walking around.

He just wishes Knives and Rem were here to watch with him. Rem would be so proud of all the friends he's making and he just KNOWS they'd love Knives too.]

[endthem]

[for now he'll simply watch, standing under the overhang of a nearby building. His master would have wanted him to keep an eye on Vash in this state, keep him close... so that's exactly what he's doing]

[chibiremlover]

[Vash continues to build his snowman, stopping now and then, thinking back to Rem and Knives. He also gets distracted by a stray person now and then. A couple might even catch his staring and chat with him for a minute. One will even help him with his snowman for a second when he asks. Eventually the snowman will be finished, but it's still not quite right yet. He moves for the clothing store to find some clothes to dress him up in.]

[endthem]

[and, like the stalker he is, Legato will follow. He'll hang around outside the clothing store, leaning against the wall and waiting for the boy to reappear, monitoring his motions while he's inside.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Scruffy boy? You mean this one?

Because he's busy walking with that journal in hand. He's got his usual black coat with the sleeves rolled, and more wintry attire. Of course, he doesn't even look up and note anyone's presence.

...Th'hell is this journal even about.]

[endthem]

[well... he expected some similarity to the adult version he knew, but seeing this? It is almost too much. He has to fight back the amusement in his voice as he watches the sulking future-priest wander past.]

Well... look at you.

[not_a_blueskid]

[He almost just assumes the voice is talking to someone else-he's kept to himself, mostly, and he can probably count the number of people who actually know him on his fingers. He turns slowly, catching the impending coat in his vision and following it to an unfamiliar face.

He's far less friendly than Vash, suffice to say, and it's obvious in his cautious gaze.]

...Huh?

[endthem]

[the reaction fits, it all makes sense. And that only increases his pleasure in running into the boy]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, am I correct?