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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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Comments

(cw: sexual assault)

[aprettysight]

I'll make a double-batch of spaghetti and homemade meatballs with tomato sauce and garlic bread, along with a tiramisu for dessert. That should be enough to keep him well-fed for a while.

But--he mustn't! He's so kind, he doesn't deserve such ill-treatment. Better it were me instead. [and she remembers the laughter, the taunts, the feel of the men's hands on her body as they passed her back and forth. but better her than her Merricat]

[willing_sheath]

I'm sure it will... [Actually that boy could probably eat all of that in one setting because he was a bit of a black hole where food was concerned...]

Better it were no one... [she corrects] He's too kind... and I wish there were more people like him...

[aprettysight]

Good, I'm glad. [she doesn't know yet the depths of Vash's unending appetite. best to let her think it will be enough, even for a little while]

Yes. Yes. No one would be better. [but she's too used to suffering on behalf of others] He is...entirely kind. I've never known someone who was entirely kind.