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[goldenglasses]

[Today is the day Vash hates the most out of the year. The anniversary of the “Big Fall”. The day the ships crashed into the planet Gunsmoke. The day Rem died. He heads out early and quietly, his usual smile gone, he can’t even muster enough energy to put up the mask of a smile he usually wears.

Most of the day he’ll be sitting quietly around the

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[skulljokelol]

[Oh he recognizes that song. Brook follows the music, and sure enough, there is one Vash to be found.]

Having some difficulties with the melody, Vash-san?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... a little. It just... [He shakes his head. It's just not the same as hearing her sing it.]

[skulljokelol]

Sometimes, you simply have to be in the proper mood for it. No sense in forcing it otherwise.

[goldenglasses]

No, I suppose not. [He sighs, he should have known better than to even try.]

[skulljokelol]

[He takes a seat and folds one leg over the other.]

I, however, am in the mood to play something. I can give it an attempt, if you wish.

[goldenglasses]

...alright. [Although Vash doubts it will really help anymore. Not on this day.]

[skulljokelol]

[He takes out his own harmonica but he doesn't play it just yet, instead turning the instrument over in his hands.] Though perhaps your troubles lay within your song choice, hm?

[goldenglasses]

...m-maybe.

[skulljokelol]

[He knows the song that Vash was trying to pay, and he knows it's meaning to him. There is something quiet and nostalgic about Vash when it's been brought up before, but nothing so openly low as this.

He'll be blunt then.] What makes you want to hear it on this day, then?

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[goldenglasses]

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[goldenglasses]

Today... is the anniversary of Rem's death.

[skulljokelol]

Ah. You have my condolences. [He sets down the harmonica.] But that would explain it.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet, he can't find any words to say right now.]

[skulljokelol]

I have a very difficult time playing Bink's Sake - I have played that for you before, haven't I? I think that I might have. But yes. It's nearly impossible for me to play it on the day that I died. [On the day that we died.] It's practically painful.

Then again, sitting alone never did me well either.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... you've played it for me. [Has no comment on the "sitting alone bit" he knows what you mean.]

[skulljokelol]

[That just means he really doesn't get it.]

It's a good song. But there are days in which it plays like a dirge. I can see how it might be similar for you, with your song. On days like that, I think you are better off finding some good company.

[This conversation would hold so much more meaning if it didn't sound like Brook's rib cage was purring.]