Vash's heart seemed to be beating at a million miles per hour, the adrenaline pumping through his veins like a disease. Being the leader of the Phantom Thieves was no easy task, with the constant decision making, alongside the constant fear of being discovered.

So how should he react when you, one of his best friends, presents him with a calling card he wrote?

It was truly an accident, having haphazardly left it on his desk after a rushed encounter regarding a palace. In addition to the act of simply being oblivious, it had been the one day he had invited you to stay over for a bit after school had ended. Amidst the chattering and playing of video games, he failed to notice your gaze drifting to the familiar red card, that same red now being not of subtly shoved into his face.

"It's a trinket," Vash tried his best to sound calm, his hands beside his head in a surrendering position. Though the second the words escaped his lips, the more strongly he wanted to knock himself upside the head. "I'm rather fond of their... work." He added with an awkward cough, voice trailing off as a bead of sweat laced down the skin of his brow.