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[endthem]

[it's the first day that he's really been able to move, and he's not wasting the opportunity. Pushing himself carefully up in bed, he opens the journal and props it in front of him. There is a clear view of blue hair, tired-looking gold eyes, and bandages across his upper torso. He puts up no filters, gives no preface, just speaks into the journal

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[goldenglasses]

[Not completely make up for it... but maybe a little? Please? Even just a little?]

Feeling better I take it?

[Can you hear it in his tone, Legato? He's not happy you felt the need to shout that over the journals, even if it is true.]

Yay for subject line victories! But don't smoke those... they'll kill you.

[goldenglasses]

[Don't worry, Vash will give you all the space you need to brood. Like attempting to hide away from all of Luceti in the forest from dawn to very late at night for the next couple weeks.]