[The very last thing Vash wants is for Knives to know who his friends are let alone where they live. He carefully shakes his head.] No. The apartment is the closest place I can think of.
[Which means they have a little bit of a walk ahead of them. People glance and occasionally stop to stare at the mess that is Vash's body as they go. From the old scars to the freshly bleeding injuries. They look, but not a single person stops to offer help.] Maybe I should put my coat back on. [Vash suggests after he catches a couple people staring, whispering, and pointing at him. Putting it on over those injuries is probably a stupid idea, but at least it would stop people from looking at him in that disgusted way.]
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[Which means they have a little bit of a walk ahead of them. People glance and occasionally stop to stare at the mess that is Vash's body as they go. From the old scars to the freshly bleeding injuries. They look, but not a single person stops to offer help.] Maybe I should put my coat back on. [Vash suggests after he catches a couple people staring, whispering, and pointing at him. Putting it on over those injuries is probably a stupid idea, but at least it would stop people from looking at him in that disgusted way.]