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[goldenglasses]

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[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Continuing from here)

You can't cut me off! That would just be rude and you're a nice guy. Nice guy wouldn't cut me off!

[sonofadam]

Who told you I was a nice guy?

[goldenglasses]

Me! I told me and I happen to know that I am a reputable source sometimes!

[sonofadam]

Sometimes. Not when you're drunk.

I'm pretty sure you're drunk right now, Vash.

[goldenglasses]

MAYBE! But I also say you're a good guy so HA! Now you have to live with that!

[sonofadam]

Yes, I'll have to live with your drunk accusations of my goodness. You have no idea what you're saying.

[goldenglasses]

I know what I'm saying and it is that you're very nice and super cute.

[sonofadam]

Vash, do you need someone to help you home? You just called me cute.

[goldenglasses]

I need help drinking more is what I need!

CW: Violence, medical experimentation, injury, mentoin of past noncon attempt

[goldenglasses]

(OOC: Thread continued from here.)

I've gotten sick before here. It didn't end well as I got a little... possessive. I ended up trying to force myself on a close friend, but luckily I was stopped.

When Marcus tells Vash to bite down on something he holds up his metal hand with a slight smirk. Biting down on his finger he does groan as the disinfectant is added, but he actually doesn't bite down too far. He's gotten use to the sting and burn of disinfectant by now.

[sonofadam]

The admission got Marcus to raise his eyebrow a little at his co-worker, mainly because of similar circumstances that had happened between them before. Marcus could have made a comment here but decided to not bring it up. If Vash was remembering too, they could do so individually without saying so.

"Actual sick, or are we talking about another sickness brought on by the city?" He kept talking to keep the plant engaged, knowing that it probably hurt like hell. "Guess you're going to get another scar to add to your collection." Dabbing up the extra rubbing alcohol, Marcus finally started patching the area up with some gauze bandages and called it done.

"You okay to move?" Marcus wanted to move Vash to somewhere more comfortable before seeing what he could do about helping clean up the mess of the apartment, assuming things were still the way they were. With how strange this all happened, Marcus couldn't be sure the makeshift lab area would still be there when they went back into Vash's bedroom. He wasn't even sure where those 'scientists' disappeared to either.

[goldenglasses]

"Another sickness brought on by the city, but I have been sick at home before too." He winces a bit as he shifts a little. "So I can get sick, but it's rare and rarely lasts more than a day or two." He waves a dismissive hand. "I won't even notice a new one."

Carefully Vash stands up with a nod of his head. His legs felt weak, but he's run out of cities on much more damage than this. Not that it was pleasant regardless of the injury. "Yeah, I'm okay." His eye glance towards the door. Swallowing down as he tries to mentally prepare himself to see that operating table again. That is the problem with an apartment that is only one room and a bathroom. There will be no escaping that table.

[sonofadam]

If that table was still there. Strange happenings were going on all around the city, and many of them appear and disappear without a trace of where they came from or where they went off to. Hopefully, this was going to be similar.

"Here, put your arm around me, and I'll help you up." Mindful of the newly stitched areas, Marcus gingerly helped Vash forward, willing to take on some of the man's weight amd bending over slightly to account for their heights.

"You have any idea what the hell happened out there?" Because, yeah, one room apartments didn't suddenly turn into a science lab overnight. "You looked like you knew those people."

[goldenglasses]

Vash tries to not put too much weight on Marcus, but he does accept the help. Leaning slightly against the man as he attempts to put as little strain on his new stitches as he can manage.

"Yes and no? They're no one I know, but I see them often in my nightmares. Just-- doctors and scientists. No I know by name or face." The bad news is when they open the door the table is still there. Still slick with Vash's blood. The scientists at least have not returned and his couch is still there unchanged.

[sonofadam]

There was a soft sign from Marcus when he helped Vash out and noticed that the table was still where it was, bloody and annoyingly out of place. He really hoped they didn't have to dismantle it in order to get rid of it because he wasn't sure it would fit through the doorway otherwise.

"Is that... How you got some of your scars?" Marcus helped Vash down onto the couch, making sure to settle the other man so he faced away from the macabre scene. When Vash was made as comfortable as he could, Cain went back to grab Vash the nearly finished bottle of alcohol and handed it back to him. "You need anything else right now?"

[goldenglasses]

"No--" Now that wasn't exactly true. "I mean, not really. A couple are from overzealous doctors who got curious with how quickly I could heal, but not the majority of my scars are from things like... this. And those doctors didn't have the equipment that seems to have been left behind my apartment."

Gratefully Vash takes a long swig of the booze before looking back at the table. "An axe? Or a really big hammer for smashing?" He jokes. Also feeling pretty sure that table wasn't going to fit through the door if it didn't come apart.

[sonofadam]

Marcus gave Vash an arched eyebrow. "How about a screwdriver?" He knew all too well the experience of a table like that personally from his own run in with overzealous scientists intent on discovering the secret to his immortality. Given, there had been times through the ages where he volunteered hoping they could discover it and help him destroy it, but he doubted Vash had the same reasons.

"I might be able to take apart parts of it if I can dismantle some of the mounts." Since most of the table looked like it was sturdier than what a hammer can crack at, he doubted either of those items, jokingly said or not, would do it much damage.

"Let's hope it disappears on its own soon, because otherwise you're down one bed."

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[sonofadam]

The regular place that he shopped at was closed. For renovations, or holidays, or something, all Marcus knew was he needed a new place to pick up his groceries now and at meant getting out of his neighborhood. So he moved onto this other place in the Down that was a little lenient towards who they let in, and did his shopping there.

He just needed the basics, not much, but he tried to pick up two weeks supplies so he didn't need to head out so often. He suppose he was a little bit of a recluse these days ever since he 'died' and not quite died. He wasn't sure what actually happened, but he suspected after that incident his channel had been taken down for some reason and he no longer had a place to upload new videos anymore. Now, he didn't even have that goal to keep his unending life interesting.

He threw a box of oatmeal into his cart, followed by one of cereal, then continued to move when he was bumped into by someone behind him. "Hey, watch it," he warned before he looked to move on.

[goldenglasses]

"Oh, sorry! I wasn't really payin--" Vash blinks as he realizes who he thinks he's talking to. His face breaking into a grin. "Heyyyyyyyyyyy! Marcus! You're back! I had-- I mean, I'm sorry you're stick in this city again, but it's so good to see you!"

[sonofadam]

Marcus blinked at the blond who seemed so happy to see him, and he himself was pretty sure he had never met before. He gave him an indecipherable look before a look of realization passed his features.

"You're a fan," he figured, thinking that must be why he was getting one of these enthusiastic responses. "It looks like the servers were down. So I'm not really back yet."

[goldenglasses]

"Uh, I think you mean friend." Vash tilts his head slightly, looking vaguely confused. "You-- do you not remember me?"

[sonofadam]

"I don't have friends... But even if I did, it would imply I've seen you before. And I haven't." He gave the spikey haired fan a look up and down. "I think I'd recall that spikey head if I had."

Marcus moved around Vash to start picking at the produce section behind him. "Sorry, can't remember you when I don't know you."

[goldenglasses]

Vash's face falls a little bit. His friend doesn't remember him and it hurt. He knows it's not the first and this won't likely be the last time it happens.

Then his smile comes back in full force. "Yeah, I do have pretty strange hair, huh?" He steps out of the way of the produce. "Let's try again! Hi! I'm Vash!"

[sonofadam]

"Not the worse one..." Marcus paused in his tomato picking to look Vash up and down. "You just look like a punk. Don't see many of those around here."

Marcus didn't offer his own name, nor seemed to be affected by that brilliant sunshine smile this Vash was shining upon him. For all his intentions, he thought the conversation was over until he realized Vash was still standing there. "What, are you looking for my autograph or something?"

[goldenglasses]

"What? An autograph? Why'd I want one of those?" He blinks in confusion for several moments. "I mean, I know you're a good detective and all, but do detectives usually give out autographs?"