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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"Alright." A sarcastic note drawled over the pitch-black room. After the screams had stopped, Wolfwood had taken it upon himself to be a voice of reason, despite the fact that he too had briefly let out a disconcerted shriek. "Since we're all soo scared here, let's do a count. Who's all alive?"
"Regrettably," Meryl mumbles from somewhere in front of Wolfwood.
"Aw, don't say that your life matters," Vash coos from the distance. Had there been light, Vash would've received a middle finger, but he remained blissfully unaware. He consoled himself with the idea that maybe she was actually contemplating his ideals.
There's an odd silence. "Uh, Milly?"
A few stumbles and frustrated grunts can be heard as Meryl suddenly starts emptily feeling in front of her. "Er. Mills? Milly? Love of my life, who is also in possession of expensive equipment?" The more that each name fell from her lips, the more panicked each came out, and the movements began to sound more frantic.
"The ghosts got her!" Vash shrieked. This caused Meryl to crash into the counter, copious amounts of kitchenware clattering to the ground in loud bangs. "Oops," the blond mumbles, flinching at the recklessness displayed- well- he assumed somewhere to the side of him. He felt a metal bowl roll and hit his foot, rattling as it spun around for a good few seconds before coming to a halt on the ground. He was even in the other room. Just how hard had she fallen into the island?
"Oh, sorry everyone," There was a collective sigh of relief at the sound of Milly's voice, "I forgot I had to actually respond, I was just raising my hand!"
Vash wipes nonexistent sweat from his brow, "Phew, now that that's sorted, we should really get back to sleuthing!"
"No Vash, we should get back to turning the lights on." Meryl counters, exasperation seeping from every word.
"Yeah, yeah. How about you do that, and I find ghosts?" The blond would not be deterred. Each respective person moved to do something. Colliding with what he originally thought was a wall, Vash feels along it, humming at the weird warmth that emitted from it. "Wow, guys, I found a warm spot in the wall. Maybe this is a clue?"
"That's my chest."
The voice from above Vash sounded raspy. He paused his actions, contently laying his hands on what he could only assume was a chest. "Oh. I see. Well," his hands squeezed, making use of his predicament. "This helps too, but for other reasons."
Meryl had just finished adjusting the settings of her camera, now ready for night vision, before lifting it up in the direction of the voices. Anyone who went ghost hunting without preparations for the dark was a fool. She takes a moment to process before snorting at the scene in front of her, cheeks puffing out.
