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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July University's spring semester was coming to a close. The birds were singing again, or cawing, and the grass was beginning to tint itself green as it began its slow revival. The curtain was slowly fading back over the stage that he titled "hell", and Vash felt like he could finally breathe.
Not.
It was finals week. While the weather was incredibly beautiful and surrounded everyone like a warm embrace, it only produced a sense of laziness in the oncoming sandstorm that was most students' demise. Even then, he couldn't find anything enjoyable with the looming rain cloud in his own home. It thundered, roared, and got shit all over his carpet, to the point where he was focusing on being more of a maid and a debater than a mere human being.
Honestly, how does one man, with only two items to his name, bring forth such disarray? Every day brought another problem, and every day Vash got one step closer to committing a war crime. First, it was the aforementioned carpet fiasco, then it was a few sea monkeys getting to experience life outside the tank, and it somehow all cumulated in a small kitchen fire. Needless to say, tensions were running high. Way high. Higher than Vash's own fear of failure in wake of the coming exams.
With all that had been going on at home, Vash decided the best, most healthy way to study, was to get as far away as possible. He found a small café, open late for every college kids' convenience, and got straight to work. At last, there was peace. With gentle music in the background, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, he felt more productive than ever. So productive, that he didn't even notice how swiftly the time changed from early evening to late in the night. Just as he was about to finish, nearly ready to call it a night, the option was taken from him, and the café closed.
Someone's knuckles tapped on the table he sat at, his eyes darting up from his computer to the individual. He pulled his earbud out of reach from his hearing distance, a confused expression taking over his features. "Can I help you?" He blinked.
The individual popped a hip, their eyebrow raising. "We're closing. Sorry." Now that Vash had taken a good look over, the person was wearing a black apron, matched with the ebony of their hair. On the nametag, he could hardly make out the shape of an "L", the rest of the name smeared away.
Oh. His quiet space was being forcefully removed.
Somewhat embarrassed and disappointed, Vash awkwardly apologized with a small smile before the girl shook her head, as if to tell him not to worry. "It's okay, here's a donut for the road. We didn't get rid of all of our pastries today so I'm handing them out to everyone fortunate to be around for closing. Good luck with finals by the way," She smiled and waited until he was out the door to lock in and flip the sign behind him.
