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[bernardelli]

[The tiny insurance agent appears to have fallen asleep on her typewriter at an outside table, possibly mid-typing. She has a stack of papers beside her. Her face appears to be a bit sunburnt.]

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[unnatrldisaster]

[Ohai, Meryl. Have a Vash cautiously poking your shoulder. As if expecting you to explode or something.]

[bernardelli]

[Her hand halfheartedly swats at his hand slowly, trying to brush it away. She mumbles something, but God knows if it was even words.]

[unnatrldisaster]

[...Amused Vash is amused.]

Hey, short girl. Rise and shine.

[bernardelli]

[She yawns and lifts her head a bit, blinking and looking around slowly.]

Hm? W-Wha--?