The Dark Tavern

"Ya sure you want a "Know It All Guy" who will correct you at everything you do?"

"Might help me in bed." Tela laughed. "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

Vash laughed soflty too smiling.

Tela sighed contently. "So where are off to next?"

"Sahara dessert..."

"Oh joy." Tela said sarcastically. "Desert sand gets everywhere."

"Heh... You should see quick sand and sandstorms." answered Vash before beginning to scratch his wings again.

"I think there's a healer somewhere around. Maybe she'd know some ointment to help?" Tela offered.

"Nah. Its a natural thing. I have an allergy at September" answered Vash.

"Oh." Tela blushed. "I'm sorry. I'm not very knowledgable about heavenly creatures."

"Hey, I don't know a heck about Elves"

"Well, you do know that we can't get sick unless we're poisoned, right? Or a curse."

"Nope, But I do now!" said Vash.

"Oh, well, I was just making sure." Tela said laughing nervously.

Vash nodded before slanting his back, back.

Theomer went back to the spot where he'd left his armor and weapons. He took his sword belt and buckled it around his waist, leaving the rest where it was.

"I guess this means we'll be talking a lot more." Tela said.

Vash nodded before yawning.

"Am I really that boring?" Tela asked playfully as she shoved Vash.

Vash laughed softly. "Depends Where" he teased.