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Akira Kurusu never set out to be a phantom thief. It's not exactly a standard career goal, but here he is, righting wrongs, stealing priceless objects, and tormenting that lovely Interpol agent Goro Akechi. What could possibly go wrong?
Actually, don't answer that.
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12 Jun 2026
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There’s nothing all that special about the weather this morning though. It’s balmy, both suns high overhead by this hour, and there isn’t much of a breeze. The sunlight illuminates the bags under Nicholas’ eyes, the tousle of his hair, like he’s been running his hand through it again and again. Speaking of his hand, the one that lays over his lap twitches on occasion, as if he’d like to reach for another cigarette. He doesn’t, nor does he angle towards his pocket, but Meryl has to wonder if he would be showing so much restraint if he was still alone out here.
“...You don’t have to hold back on my account,” Meryl finally says.
“‘M trying to quit,” comes Nicholas’ drawled response. He cracks an eye open, peering at Meryl with a small slip of deep brown. “Besides, it’s rude to do in front of a lady.”
“You never seemed to care that much before,” Meryl notes, albeit with a smile.
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Meryl wakes up to an empty bed and, suppressing her own feelings about it, sniffs out the reason why.
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10 Jun 2026
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“Do you believe that all people are good?”
Wolfwood frowns around his cigarette. “Loaded question.”
“It isn’t,” Millie denies, then frowns. “Or, well, it is, but…” Her fingers drum at the swell of her cheek, a quick one-two-three pattern. She’s a fidgeter, Millie Thompson. Never obtrusively, but enough to give off the impression of needing to be constantly in motion. She’ll adjust her tie or tighten the strap of her stun gun, tug out a crease in her pants. Polite, never bothersome, but a little restless… It makes Wolfwood wonder what she might look like at home where she’s safe and doesn’t have to worry about being a burden to other people.
What a nasty word that is, burden. Wolfwood sucks hard on his cigarette like he could burn the thing off his tongue, as he’d like to with every other remnant he still has of his old mentor.
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Millie approaches Wolfwood with a moral dilemma, of sorts.
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10 Jun 2026
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Which isn’t inaccurate. He does have something to hide. Sometimes it does make Wolfwood feel sort of… rodent-like. Right now he just feels unambiguously gross, though, a little sticky. So he enters the bathroom and washes his hands again, drags the water down his face, then reluctantly steps back into the bedroom.
He’s two steps in when Vash suddenly appears in front of him—probably, had been standing in front of the doorway all along, and Wolfwood’s just too in his own head to have notices. Wolfwood jolts, and opens his mouth to chastise Vash for being sneaky, but Vash grabs his wrists before he can speak, turning his hands over to study his palms.
“Maybe lay off on the washing for tonight,” Vash suggests, at length. “You’re going to dry out your skin.”
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Wolfwood comes back from a Gung Ho Guns meeting.
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10 Jun 2026
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“...I’m… sore,” Wolfwood eventually says, sounding out the word tentatively. Vash’s eyes widen, and he bends his arm, already beginning to lever himself upright with his elbow. “‘S fine—we were just on the road for a while longer than I planned is all.”
“Wolfwood, I’m s—”
“If you say you’re sorry to me I’m gonna hit you,” Wolfwood warns. “I just—I’d feel wrong askin’ you for a massage without offering anything in return, so I thought we could trade off. You do me and I do you.”
The apologetic look vanishes from Vash’s face, leaving something more assessing in its place. He tilts his head, arguably with a neutral expression, but his eyes are so intense it’s hard to feel anything about him is ‘neutral’ in the first place. Wolfwood shifts his weight and swallows. As if he knows what to do with himself when Vash looks at him most of the time, but he feels weirdly exposed having laid his cards on the table, like Vash could just pore through the innermost contents of his mind and read them all out.
Eventually, Vash smiles, and Wolfwood knows he’s been had.
“You’re worried about me.”
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Wolfwood wants to make things easier on Vash, however he can.
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07 Jun 2026