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[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

Who: Vash
Where: River
When: Day 90, morning
What: Laundry! (AGAIN)

[Vash is over by the river, once again doing laundry. Though this time he has access to slightly better tools. Namely a washboard, basin, and some sort of white powder that foams up in the water. The answer to why maaaay be in that instead of doing green laundry, he is most definitely vigorously washing some black sets of clothing.

And humming to himself!*

o/~ Down in Kokomo~ O/~

Comments

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[Youuuu're in a new color.]

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*indeed I am. Leaning over Vash right now, so haven't noticed you*

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

[Not interrupting you. Just staring. And the suspicious look is suddenly much more suspicious.]

[stormgreen.insanejournal.com]

Huh.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*looks up. ...looks suddenly guilty and a little trapped*

Uh... Hi?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*following!*

[stormgreen.insanejournal.com]

[watchin vash do our laundry]

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

That's a new color for you.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

*leans against you. Orion tiny is staring at me*

So we don't hafta do that anymore either?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

I... It wasn't my fucking idea.

[stormgreen.insanejournal.com]

You made the deal, didn't you?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

Fuck you I know. S'just weird. Don't hardly have any fucking thing we have to do if we don't want to, 'cept the stupid stuff the stupid judges want.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Did I say that it was?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

You're staring at me funny. It's not my fucking fault...

[stormgreen.insanejournal.com]

Yeah. That seems to be what it's all about.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Maybe not. But that doesn't change that you're working for them now, does it?

[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

*vanilla!*

[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

*mm mm happy maid Vash*

[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

I... I'm not sure. There were so many voices in there. I couldn't tell who was trapped and who wasn't. But I could find Knives. I always knew he was there. So... I believe he knows when I come to see him, the same way.

[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

*well you stare I'll wash*

[tickettoheaven.insanejournal.com]

Mm! It's really nice.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

How come you're not washing your stuff too?

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

... *swallows hard and looks away*

I can't help that.

[approve_dammit.insanejournal.com]

...S'weird. Got used to having to scrape by myself, mostly.

[byallmeans.insanejournal.com]

Then you'll understand that I can't help but "stare at you funny."

People meant to be doing what they say don't exactly inspire trust.