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I laid on my bed with pure happiness! I can't believe Vash likes my cooking! This is one of the most happiest moments of my life! Oh gosh if mama was here she'd be so proud that I found such a great guy and that I made him a good meal.
Knock.
Knock.
I turn towards the door.
"Come in!" I sing. The door opened and I saw Vash open the door rubbing his head, specifically on a very noticeable bump on his head.
"Someone's here for jou..." he grumbled, walking away from the door. I closed my mouth since I was about to ask who was at the door. Might as well figure out myself...I walk down the hall, to the stairs, down them, and to the door. You hold your breath at the sight.
"Karl! You're here!" You jumped at the muscular, taller man, he swung you around and around as you both laughed.
"[Name] it's veen a very long zime!" He said with pure joy. I ran my fingers through his longish blonde hair, before I heard a cough. Karl puts me down and looks towards the door to see Vash.
"[Name]? Who is this?" It didn't seem like a question, more like he demanded to know who this blonde, muscular, tall, dark, and handsome man you were kissing and hugging. I look down at my Mary Jane's before answering.
"This is, Hans Karl [Last Name], my big brother!" You say.
"Do you mean the man that came into my house, dodge all my bullets, and assaulted me?!" Vash yells and glares at my brother.
"Hey! You came onto to me first you greedy, cheap Swiss!" I gasped at the sudden anger in my brother. So I slap him.
"That is no way you treat the person that is harboring your baby sister!" Karl rubbed his crimson cheek and glares at Vash.
"That's true...my apologies Mr..."
"Mr. I'm going to shove my whole artillery up your ass—"
"Vash!" I yelled. Mein gott, men.
"Alright sorry! I'm Vash, nice to meet you... Karl."
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