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[numanstan]

[The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the air. It's so... clean. He'd almost grown used to the smell of poison. Almost. The second thing he notices is that he's still injured-- throat still scarred, arms still cut, blood still soaking through his clothes even though it's not but he knows it's there. The final thing he notices is that he's

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[springtime4me]

Vince! Are you okay? What happened over there?

[1/2]

[numanstan]

A livin' hell the likes of which this world's never seen before.

[numanstan]

S'alright. Wouldn't go on holiday. Glad to be back. I miss much?

[springtime4me]

Everyone here has been going crazy with worry for the people who were stuck there. Things have been pretty tense...

I'm really glad you're okay.

[freakinblur]

[What no scout worried, no way]

'Bout time ya got yer ass back here.

[numanstan]

Took me long enough, yeah? If I'd known you'd get back here just by dyin', I'd've offed myself the first night! That was a nightmare.

[freakinblur]

… tell me about it, pal. I've died like a hundred times, but it was never anythin' like that. Not doin' that again anytime soon. How ya holdin' up? Come back in one piece?

[numanstan]

Sorta. I've still got my injuries-- thanks for settin' my ankle, by the way. Lucas fixed it with his magic later, so I didn't end up hobblin' 'round like Tiny Tim the whole time.

[funkinmylab]

Well, looks who's sounding energetic again.

[numanstan]

... I feel like I'm gonna keel over in five seconds.

[funkinmylab]

Muhaha! How amusing! If you do, then allow me to take liberation in taking care of your body--

[numanstan]

... Y'know, fine. If I die, y'can take it, y'perv. Givin' my corpse to a necrophiliac ain't the worst thing that's happened to me this week.

[braided_icarus]

Please don't tell me you died back there even after I risked my ass saving you?

[numanstan]

Nope, I made it-- thanks again for savin' me, mate! I really do owe y'one.

[braided_icarus]

Good. Glad to hear it. And yeah, I'll get back to you on that sometime, I guess.

w-waifu is so late ;A;

[swordthrowing]

[ Ever since people had begun returning from Westport, Yumeko had been practically climbing the walls, filled with an odd feeling of what could only be called restless optimism. Now that one of the people she was so concerned for is actually back, though, she hasn't a clue what to say to him. When she hears his voice talking into the phone from the next room over, she rushes to greet him, only to freeze and just stare for a long moment before finally speaking. ]

... Vince.

[ It's hard to tell what she's thinking as she says that, her face and voice both perfectly blank. If Vince is being observant, though, he might notice the way her hands are plucking at the hem of her apron. ]

s'all good!

[numanstan]

... Yumeko. [He absently pulls up his shirt collar-- it's become a bit of a habit.] ... I'm back. What's for breakfast?

[swordthrowing]

Go back to bed. I'll make you something--whatever you'd like.

[numanstan]

[He pauses.] ... Can I sleep in your bed? [It's a hell of a lot more comfortable.]