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13th Confession [Action/voice]

[Of course, Vash wasn't the only kid Legato ran into. The ass confused the hell out of him, but moreover, he wondered if he really was going to be 'trained' by someone. Trained to fight, right? And he said he'd be skillful, too... But right now? He called him useless. Incapable. Just some stray dog.

"If you think yourself capable, that is something you must prove."

Nicholas wanders into town and takes a seat at a bench, with journal in hand. Considers using it—even if it is confusing, and even if he's not the kind to spark up conversation. Instead he simmers a little, brow furrowed, reaching down and shaping snowballs before throwing them at the nearest building ~~totally sorry if he doesn't see you coming around the corner or something~~. For some reason, he feels like he's done this before. Something about the whiteness of all this is familiar, but... ah, well. He's too busy trying to decipher what that blue haired guy told him.

He was worth something. Wasn't he? Or was what every said true...]

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How do y'prove you're worth something...?

[After that, he decides to go back into the forest and try to talk with that Eferin guy. Things weren't as bad as last time; he even got to actually speak to him, without any running or cursing. Even if it meant sucking up to the bastard, just a little. He's in the forest, sitting on the gnarled roots of a tree, lighting and putting out the end of a thin twig. It takes all of his concentration, but it's worth it. His pants leg has a hole burned into it, but whatever burn mark was under it has been wrapped up by a ripped shirt.]

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Rem said so! Every living thing has value!

No... nothing's wrong and I don't need help. I just... I dunno... I don't have to come.

[Huh... Well—they're friends, right? So it was his job to help him out, even if he says it's otherwise. Y'don't just look for someone unless there's a reason...]

All right. I'll wait for ya then. But don't keep me waitin' too long!

I won't! I promise! I'll be right there! [He comes running - aw, come on - you KNOW you want to hit him with a snowball. Even if it's by mistake! ADMIT IT!]

[...

no]

[J/K here's a snowball for your face. It's not his fault you got in the way.]

Hey! Ni-[SPLAT!] [Down he goes!]

[!!!!]

[... Oh, it's just Vash.

Hey Vash.]

You okay?

Yeah... I'm okay. [Throwing a handful of snow back at you with a pout.] What was THAT for!?

[HEY! Throwing some back at you now. >BT]

I didn't mean to—y'just.. got in my way, is all!

[Throwing more back as he gets up.] Look where you're throwing things!

[assdfdjfl TOSSING MORE BACK]

Watch where you're runnin!

[Oh! Vash almost balls that handful of snow before throwing it.] I told you I was coming! You should have been watching!

And you knew I was here, so you shoulda' been playing attention!

[Aiming for your stupid girly hair! B|]

I didn't know you'd be throwing things! [Tossing at your girly - no wait, you don't have a girly part. He just misses.]

[BECAUSE I AM A MANLY KID.

Or something.

Have a face full of snow!]

Well, y'should always be prepared for stuff!

[Vash sputters and laughs as he tries to spit out the snow.] You shouldn't be throwing things! [Blindly trying to throw snow back at you.]

[Bah, Vash just hits his arm! Doesn't mean you're a good shot or anything! B|

GASP LET'S TRY CHEATING AGAIN—]

O-ow! My arm!!

[H-holding his arm and lowering his head in pain...! This is not familiar in the least, right?]

[No even a smidgen of recognition - as you're hurt! Nothing else matter right now!] Oh, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't think snow would hurt! How bad is it?!

[And just like last time, he is totally not hurt—in fact, that's a handful of snow traveling down the back of your shirt, right now.]

Come on, that's the oldest trick in the book...!

GAH! COLD! [Vash jumps up and down and shakes trying to get the snow to fall out of his coat.] AHHHHHHH! That's cheating! I thought you were hurt!

[Give him a moment to laugh this up—]

[...But—but still.

I thought you were hurt!

...It just can't be true. That guy was just crazy, right?

The boy sits down, picking his feet up onto the bench.]

Hey, Vash...? You wouldn't—y'd never hurt someone, would you...?

[At first Vash was too busy trying to get the last bit of snow out of his shirt, but that question seems so out of left field to him that he completely stops, arm still reaching down his back.] Of course not. Why would I ever want to hurt anyone?

[He's hesitant for a moment, then shifts awkwardly.]

Someone told me you were dangerous...

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