On Vash's hand, incoherently scribbled in sharpie, was an address.
This party would be his escape. Paper clenched tight in his hands, his eyes scoured the jumbled bodies.
He just needed a new roommate, preferably a lone-wolf.
But boy, did that ge...
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He woke up.
Eyes wide, head empty. A mute ring steadily resonated in his ears. Vash tries to burrow deeper into the abomination he calls a bed, blankets in absolute disarray, but he was prevented by the ludicrous blare of his ringtone. Groaning in despair as the throbbing in his head increases, Vash searches for his phone, arm frantically flung and feeling around the numerous scattered objects in his bed.
You'd think the "Boom, boom, boom! I want you in my room!" would make it easier to find, yet it went out in waves, like some sick hot and cold game, his hand feeling nothing but wrappers, a shoe, and occasionally his own body. He must've been fighting demons in his rest, the entirety of his blankets scattered like a stampede of feral cats had attempted his massacre.
Finally getting ahold of the offending device, Vash presses aggressively on the screen, accepting the call. He couldn't even get through a singular groggy "hell-", before he was abruptly interrupted by his landlady.
"Vash, my dearest! I see you made an update to your lease?" Had Vash not known any better, he could've sworn there was some malice in the lady's voice, it was radiating from the device like some sort of sick heat wave. Vash blinked away the blur from his eyes, the phone left to rest on his ear as his hand moved to rub his face. Shapes and colors danced around the darkness of his vision, making his hungover brain go all kinds of wonk. When would he have updated his lease?
"Sorry?" The blond gurgled, his saliva catching in his throat as he began to cough. It took a couple of seconds for him to regain his dignity, a sheepish red soaking his cheeks. "Shoot, sorry- I don't know what happened there, no lady, even old ones, should have to hear that." Another long, drawn-out pause. "Anyways...Uh, me? Updated the lease?" The question lingered in the air as neither of them spoke. The silence was so profound that Vash felt like he was talking to his brother back home again. His landlady cleared her throat before speaking.
"Yes dear, you seem to have added another name?" there was a shuffling of papers before she continued, "It seems to be a- well this person's handwriting is so atrocious I can't even make it out, like some kind of dog wrote it!" For a moment, her voice slipped, vaguely sounding rather uncomfortably deep.
Vash blamed it on his absolute mess of a brain and pinched the bridge of his nose. God, why did he feel like they had this absolute indescribable urge to vomit at this lady's voice?
Wanting to suddenly get this conversation over with as soon as humanly possible, he mustered up a weak excuse.
"Uhhhh... Yeah! Hey, I really gotta go, but could you send me a picture of the lease? No reason or anything, would just like a copy..." The damned silence happened again. Vash felt a bead of sweat crease his brow. There was a ruffling, and he heard a mumble of "I'm going to kill a bitch, Tupperware." She- or he? Was going to kill- never mind. Tupperware?
