Really? You've really never, ah, felt a certain sort of itch down there? [Vash moves to his closest to take out a travel bag. A brief moment of hesitation before he picks it up. For so long back home he rarely fully unpacked. Always ready to take off on the run again, but here he hadn't even looked at a suitcase in months. It hurt a little to think about how he had let himself think his life might be finally growing a little stable.
Then the feeling passes and he heads to the dresser. Stuffing what little spare clothing he has into his bag. Not caring if it ends up wrinkled.]
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Then the feeling passes and he heads to the dresser. Stuffing what little spare clothing he has into his bag. Not caring if it ends up wrinkled.]