♐ 009 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[She was gone... He knew it would come to this one day; after all, this is how things were supposed to be. Instead, he felt sick, angry, and it hurt so much more than he thought it would. More than anything however, he was confused. What was he supposed to do now? Just continue on as if nothing happened? He couldn't forget her, he had promised hwe that. But losing her yet again was just heart-breaking.

He sat there on the edge of his bed, journal in hand. What do you say at times like this? He didn't want sympathy, he didn't want anyone to know he hurt. When it came to emotions he liked to keep them strictly to himself. So he laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh, more of a desperate one with no punchline to the joke. He didn't care either. When he stopped he opened the journal.]

[The following is directed to house 12 more than anything.]

I'm gonna need some time to myself for a while, so I'm leavin' the house. I'll be back soon though, take care of the garden for me.

[Filtered to Buffy | Unhackable]

I was ignorant, sorry.

Comments

[action]

[crisisrain]

I'm pretty sure if I smashed a bottle on yer head it would break on your hair before ever reaching your scalp.

Re: [action]

[goldenglasses]

No, it would hit my head. I know. Trust me on that. [He has the scars on his head to prove it.]

[action]

[crisisrain]

Can I touch it?

[action]

[goldenglasses]

...you want to touch my hair?

[action]

[crisisrain]

What else would I be talkin' about?

[action]

[goldenglasses]

Okay... fine. [If it will cheer you up a bit.]

[action] I'm gonna make this so much innuendo.

[crisisrain]

[He reaches out, poking it lightly quickly pulling back. He then moved his whole hand towards, placing it firmly on top. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be, it was still soft if not a bit cold. He moved his hand from side to side, then he tickled the top before letting go.]

Weird.

Re: [action] I'm gonna make this so much innuendo.

[goldenglasses]

[GAH! You didn't say anything about tickling! Vash blushes a bit embarrased and runs his fingers through it to make sure it's as it should be when you're done.] See, told you it wasn't too greasy!

[action]

[crisisrain]

[He pours another glass.]

I guess. I still think yer hair is kinda silly though.

[action]

[goldenglasses]

Well the ladies love it and that's all that matters.

[action]

[crisisrain]

If you insist! I'll stick with my messy mess of fluff, thanks.

Re: [action]

[goldenglasses]

Well just let me know if you change your mind!

Re: [action]

[crisisrain]

You're kiddin', right?

[action]

[goldenglasses]

Well if you want to learn about anything you ask a master, don't you?

Re: [action]

[crisisrain]

Are you sayin' you're a hairstyle master?

Re: [action]

[goldenglasses]

Well, why not?

[action]

[crisisrain]

I'm sure there are more important things you'd rather be regarded as a master of.

Re: [action]

[goldenglasses]

Well, can't I be a master in more things than one. I'd like to think so!

[action]

[crisisrain]

Master is a title for those who've given up trying to succeed.

[action]

[goldenglasses]

It is?

Re: [action]

[crisisrain]

[He takes a sip from his drink.]

Think of it this way, if ya call yerself a master then you have no intention of improvin' further, you believe yer at the pinnacle of your skill. Nobody can truly master something.

Re: [action]

[goldenglasses]

Well don't I have to keep learning new stuff? Or else someone might be able to challenge my title!

[action]

[crisisrain]

Uh, yeah let's just go with that.

[action]

[goldenglasses]

So I can be a master and still learn stuff!

[action]

[crisisrain]

That kinda defeats the point of the title.

[what is this thread.]