[towards the end of the month, razlo stomps back to the house dripping with blood. his lower legs are spared, thanks to the river shallows, but there's no chance for his fists or his face.
hopefully, vash doesn't find the puddle of gore wearing livio's clothes in the middle of town before he catches LR snoring loudly on the now-stained couch. he'll be here for hours, if allowed, but definitely long enough for the blood to dry and show that it isn't his own. though even if it was, the wounds would have long closed.
at least the sleeping figure seems less tense than razlo has been the past few weeks?]
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hopefully, vash doesn't find the puddle of gore wearing livio's clothes in the middle of town before he catches LR snoring loudly on the now-stained couch. he'll be here for hours, if allowed, but definitely long enough for the blood to dry and show that it isn't his own. though even if it was, the wounds would have long closed.
at least the sleeping figure seems less tense than razlo has been the past few weeks?]