[Vash has... seen a lot of terrifying things in the last few months, but there's something about this that unnerves him entirely. Listen, he still remembers what he did to Livio. There's something about the stained couch that sets him off, even if the dried blood, heaving and still breathing chest, and lack of wounds say otherwise.]
Liv? Livio!
[He's sprinting on over and shaking that big, burly shoulder. Thanks.]
[where livio would normally go from asleep to hyperaware in a matter of seconds, here he stirs more groggily. he pulls himself up as soon as he feels the hands on him, but he has to blink and grunt quite a few times before he can focus on vash's face.]
Huh? Vash? 's wrong?
[his brain is definitely not on straight just yet, considering the last time he and vash saw each other was a bloodbath.]
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Liv? Livio!
[He's sprinting on over and shaking that big, burly shoulder. Thanks.]
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Huh? Vash? 's wrong?
[his brain is definitely not on straight just yet, considering the last time he and vash saw each other was a bloodbath.]