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action bernardelli November 22 2011, 03:31:31 UTC
[ Meryl is on her bout of Vash duty, on the edge of the bed by him, stitching up holes in clothes that have been worn too long, and thinks on how long they must have been here to have worn holes in their clothes. Everyone had been here for quite a time, herself the longest, and the warmth of the desert seemed almost dissolved from her skin.

Vash is quiet and for as much as she has always complained and carried on about his loudness, she does not like his quiet. Even the painful sounds of his despair were better than a quiet Vash. But, it couldn't last forever. She was hoping, in her heart, and she would believe in it as she knew she and everyone had to believe in him. Still, she was just impatient, sometimes, and watching over him makes her even more anxious.

A sigh.

She places her work down and touches his hand, feeling the reassuring warmth of his skin. ]

Just what do you think you're doing, Vash? Making us worry again... can't you even feel us? [ Her fingers curl on the back of his palm. ] Can't you feel me here, Vash?

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action goldenglasses November 22 2011, 03:35:16 UTC
[If Vash can feel the touch on his hand he shows no sign of it. The only movement being the steady rise and fall of his chest. He continues to sleep, unaware of the anxiety he is causing around him.]

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action bernardelli November 22 2011, 04:05:36 UTC
[ She feels no motion. She frowns and her small shoulders drop. ]

You're so stubborn, Vash. Even like this, you're stubborn.

[ She's quiet, for a spell, still keeping a palm on his hand. She swallows and decides to move. Just a little closer to him, she thinks, but up to touch his hair at a comforting distance. ]

Look, you haven't gelled your hair and it's falling all over. We can always tell when you're not alright. Your hair just does whatever it wants... and you need a shave again, too. You need to wake up or you'll start looking like you've been out on the streets all week.

[ She gives a small laugh, but it's empty and her smile drops right away. Her fingers find his cheek, rough in spots from the start of stubble and she frowns. ]

Wake up, Vash. There's a lot of things I need to tell you, someday, and I can't do it if you're asleep like this.

[ She leans, embarrassed at herself, but this made him listen to her before. He won't feel it, regardless, she thinks. A bit of selfishness, but fairy tales say the feelings in your ( ... )

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action goldenglasses November 22 2011, 04:21:13 UTC
[For a moment Meryl may be fooled into thinking nothing has changed, but at the kiss, something does. His breath becomes just a little more uneven and his eyes start to move slightly. As she moves back he makes a small tired sound, his eyes finally starting to open, slowly. As if his eye lids are too heavy to keep open as he fights to stay awake.]

M... Meryl?

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action bernardelli November 22 2011, 04:25:54 UTC
[ She, at first, shakes her head a bit at herself as she parts from him. Stupid, stupid. But then, the first sound to come out of him in a week, and the first word out of his mouth and it is her name.

She sits up IMMEDIATELY, head swimming for a moment as all the blood rushes to her face. He also has awful TIMING, she thinks, in a huff, before the joy that he's awake hits her. ]

Vash! Are you-- You're awake!

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action goldenglasses November 22 2011, 04:35:08 UTC
[He clumsily makes an attempt to sit up. His muscles feeling unusually relaxed and weak to him.]

Awake? Yeah, I am. What's wro- [It's about the time as he tries to rub at his eyes when he notices the IV in his arm. Okay, scratch what's wrong.] W-what happened?

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action bernardelli November 22 2011, 04:37:28 UTC
[ Her shoulders slump in relief as he sits himself up and she even makes a motion to offer help with it if he needs it. ]

You were taken by the Malnosso... when they brought you back, you wouldn't wake up. You've been out at least a week.

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action goldenglasses November 22 2011, 04:42:38 UTC
A WEEK!? [It's kinda hard to believe when the last thing he remembers was leaving the house-

No... wait. He does remember. He remembers the droids had jumped him and then-]

A week!?

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action bernardelli November 24 2011, 16:20:10 UTC
Yes, a week. You really just enjoy worrying us, don't you, Vash?

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action goldenglasses November 24 2011, 16:36:40 UTC
I'm sorry, Meryl. I had no idea...

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action bernardelli November 24 2011, 16:37:34 UTC
I know, I-- sorry. I don't mean to snap at you. [ She's flustered at herself, right now. How the hell did that actually WORK? ]

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action goldenglasses November 26 2011, 01:18:54 UTC
It's okay, I probably deserve to be snapped at. I'm not doing a very good job of not making you guys worry, after all.

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action bernardelli December 11 2011, 17:33:05 UTC
Yes, you are... but it's definitely not your fault, this time. [ She sighs a little and touches his arm. ]

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action goldenglasses December 11 2011, 17:35:34 UTC
A week? [Really? It feels like he only just left to go get donuts a few minutes ago.]

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action bernardelli December 11 2011, 18:01:31 UTC
Mm, a week. You should probably get up and walk around a little. Your legs must be jello.

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action goldenglasses December 11 2011, 18:08:21 UTC
[Ugh, now that she mentions it.] Yeah, I guess you're right. [He carefully slides his feet out from the blankets and onto the floor. After a couple moments he pushes himself off the bed. He actually manages to stand for a few moments before starting to swear a bit dizzily.]

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