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Wakeup Call
An upside, it could be argued, to being Vash the Stampede was that he didn't get drunk. Alcohol just didn't work on him the way it did humans. Remaining sober no matter how much he drank packed a certain advantage in that he retained his faculties against drunken opponents, making it easier to handle them without resorting to force.
The downside was that, as it did with many humans, the alcohol always left a hangover in its wake.
He was trying to sleep; hangovers didn't bother him when he slept. But somebody had brought a damn jackhammer into the bedroom and fired it up, and it was seriously aggravating an already bad headache.
Consciousness partially intruded on him, forcing his brain to function against its will. That wasn't a jackhammer, it was the phone ringing incessantly.
Vash opened his eyes a crack and was immediately blinded. Too bright! Damn it, Meryl was always doing stuff like this, opening the curtains all the way so the sunlight was directly on him, interfering with the natural order of time eliminating a hangover. His eyes immediately shut again.
His hand blindly groped, grasping the first thing that felt like a phone. It was a banana, but it felt to him like a phone and he lifted it to his ear, ignorant that the ringing had stopped because Meryl had already dispensed with the call.
"Yello?"
"Vash."
"M'r'l? Wh'ar'ya?"
"Right here."
That was ridiculous. How could Meryl be here if she was on the phone? Just like her to poke him for being hung over. Behind closed eyelids, he rolled his eyes.
"I left you a snack to help you feel better. I just wanted to tell you I love you, despite how aggravating you are with your constant hangovers, and I'll see you when I get home from work."
Headache or not, Vash had to smile. His wife was feisty and bitchy and on his case a lot, but it was all out of love, and he found her little gestures like leaving him a snack and going out of her way to phone home like this incredibly sweet.
"Lurv y'too, inshr- inshan - darlin'." Still smiling happily, he hung up the banana and went back to sleep.
Standing in the doorway, Meryl couldn't help but grin. She shook her head at her exasperating, wonderful husband and left for work.