24 • [video|action]

[endthem]

[there is no audio today, aside from the pleasant murmur of town-sounds, and the video is purely accidental. Legato has the journal propped open nearby while he lounges in the sun on the edge of town.

...Because that is exactly what someone who was recently released from the hospital should be doing-- still bound in bandages and a sling, sitting

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[Not... anything?]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't visit. And he doesn't care that your journal isn't even saying anything. You can bet once he figures out who this quiet journal belongs too he'll be keeping an eye on it!]

[Not anything back]

[endthem]

[you shouldn't be so suspicious, Vash. Goodness. You're becoming a little obsessed...]

[I see your nothing back and raise you an ACTION!]

[goldenglasses]

[Obsessed!? It's not obsessed when you're trying to avoid a stalker! You're the obsessed one!

Huh, did the wind just pick up?

Is that a shocked yelp coming from the journal before it's dropped?

Is that yelp accompanied by a scream not too far away?

Is that a spinning Vash coming towards you?

Is that spinning Vash suddenly coming to a stop and falling into your lap if you don't do something quickly?

The answer to all of these questions? Is yes.]

[oh snap!]

[endthem]

[do something quickly?? He feels like hell, one arm is still in a sling, and his torso is still all bandaged. He can't do anything quickly. And the whirling is so disorienting and sudden that can't even react in time to do anything about it mentally.

All he can do is flail back and catch himself with his automail arm, grimacing through a burst of pain as a Plant is unceremoniously dumped on him]

--Vash?!

[Your rib cage?]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't respond right away. Too busy attempting not to throw up. Give him a minute.]

But... I don't want to go to school today, Mommy. I want to stay home... and make... cookies...

[please not again]

[endthem]

[he will end the lives of everyone you care about in this world if you vomit on him]

Get off!

[doing what he can to shove Vash away with his metal arm!]

[But I haven't gotten my quota in yet this month!]

[goldenglasses]

[Not a problem. Seeing as soon as the voice speaks again and Vash realizes who he's landed on he's scrambling to get off Legato's lap.

EWWWWW! He touched him!]

Ah.... sorry... I can't... really control myself.

[pick on someone else's rib cage for once]

[endthem]

[he looks about as happy as you do about this]

What is wrong with you?

[But yours is my favorite!]

[goldenglasses]

Please don't make me say it.

[endthem]

Say what?

[you should probably speak quickly, Vash]

O.o WRONG ICON!!!!!!!!

[goldenglasses]

[He does. It was worth a shot to see if acting a little goofy might calm you down.] The Malnosso turned me into a humanoid typhoon.

/DIES

[endthem]

...

[give him a moment]

A literal-- [...you've got to be kidding]

[goldenglasses]

Yes. [And he's going to start moving away now. He does not like being around you.]