notabluesbro | 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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So...who's takin' care of ya then?

Nobody, unless you count myself, I guess.

You're serious?!

Of course I am—sometimes people got t'take care of themselves, when they're little.

No way! That can't be right!

Well, it's not fair, but it's what happens. Y'just gotta make the most of it, if ya can.

Well it doesn't have to be that way now!

Maybe.

[Simple, and neither certain nor uncertain.]

Who knows.

I know!

[What a weird kid. Kinda annoying, the way he acts like he knows these sortsa' things.]

And how are y'sure you'd know somethin' like that?

Of course! I wouldn't say it if I didn't!

[Sigh. This kid clearly does not understand the cruelty of the world, man. ~~It's like he's from a show where all people do is travel with friends and capture furry critters. ;;~~]

It's not that easy, ya know.

Sure it is!

And what makes y'think that.

I just know it!

[...So annoying. >:^I]

Pfft, y'just think you do.

So you know better then?

Course I know. I know that nothin's ever that easy.

You said I got people t'take care of me now, but I thought that before, too. And then the person takin' care of me ended up being a no-good shitty adult who didn't care about anyone but himself.

Not all grown ups are like that though!

But ya' can't tell which are, don't ya get it? Anyone can act nice, but they aren't always like that.

Well, that's true. But you know, I'm not just actin' nice.

Yeah, that's true. But things aren't that simple back home. Sometimes, it can be hard t'find nice enough people.

Sheesh! Sounds tough. Well, people here are a heck of a lot nicer than what you're probably used to.

Mm... I guess so. No one's tried t'hurt me yet. They all seem nice...

[Well, Sanji did. Accidentally. But he healed him, so it doesn't count.]

Yeah! They really are!

Hey, you wanna meet my Pokemon?

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