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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/~

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*Vanilla!*

I think it gets stains out...

Like they need it. Their clothes are black.

They can still smell. Trust me.

Why are you washing their clothes for them, anyway?

It's a trade.

Oh? You're getting something worthwhile, I hope.

I can go to the pillar every day.

Why would you want to?

What do you mean?

If you've seen it once, I'd imagine it doesn't change much.

That's not what matters.

Then why?

To see Knives.

...can't you just keep them in your kitchen?

N-Not knives! Knives! My brother. That's his name.

Your brother was here?

...and got put into the pillar. I see.

We arrived together, and were put in the pillar together. But I came out, and he didn't.

...when you were there, did you know it when people came to see you?

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.

[Not good with the offering false hope thing. Even less with the being comforting. :<a]

...then it's for the best that you found a trade.

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