After a full shift at the diner, Meryl still had insurance paperwork.
She glared at the half-finished report, then began to type.
"Vash the Stampede- What the hell?!?"
Neatly typed on the report was "Bite mea Tmidvala"
"AAARRRGGGHHH!!! WHO SWITCHED THE LETTERS ON MY TYPEWRITER?!?"
Next door, Vash winced. "Great. Now I have to calm her down."
Knives grinned. "Complaining, dear brother? I thought you enjoyed restraining her."
He ducked when his brother spewed coffee across the room.
Vash eyed him warily. "You're... accepting.. us?"
Knives blinked. Did he?
...the idiot seemed happier...
"Humph. Hardly."
Vash smiled into his coffee.
