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Returning to his own time had been a long time coming for Speedwagon. Two months of being trapped, now they were finally free to do as they pleased. It was an inevitability that Speedwagon would head home. It's not as though he's too much of a homebody, but boy did he want to head back now that he had the chance. He likes all of you and would hang around as much as possible, but he was needed!
Well, maybe not needed. Mister Joestar and lady Pendleton seemed to have everything under wraps rather neatly. The hamon monks that had helped them out hadn't stayed forever. Life would have... just had to resume after Speedwagon was snatched from that dock two months ago.
..... The thing about two months passing is that thing's don't stop happening. Like mail, for instance. A couple letters were gathering dust when Speedwagon found them. He expected news from Erina and Jonathan's honeymoon.
He... he got news alright.
Oh, you're looking for him? Well he's kind of busy at the moment... moving to American and all. Someone in England will let you know. Evidently he's hard at work; discovering oil, laying the foundations of an organization, that sort of thing. Regardless, Speedwagon will always be amiable towards his murdervault friends. Though try not to catch him when he's busy working with a young blonde woman. Any other time is fine.
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Knock, knock.]
Should be at home...
[He'd sent a letter ahead of time asking permission to visit, but sometimes things come up.]
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If that was even possible.
That said, hopefully Cherryblod didn't have too much trouble getting there, and he'll find the door being answered by an all too familiar face.]
...Yes? Miss Erina, is that-- [Oh? OH]
Mister Cherryblod! You arrived!
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[And here, hopefully Speedwagon doesn't mind an attempted hug, 'cause that's what Cherryblod's going for.]
Just Cherryblod is fine, you know. We're friends, I don't mind you being informal.
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Ah. Well then, just Cherryblod. Glad to see another friend around.
[...He glances out through the doorway.]
Err, maybe you would like to come inside?
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[He doesn't expect that Speedwagon would keep him on his doorstep anyway. Cherryblod steps inside.]
Your house is lovely. [Probably better than what he had in England.]
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He'd set up shop in a hotel's top floor in the city. Plenty of room for his budding developments, and space for Erina. Plenty of it, whenever she needed. Speedwagon knew it would help her.
Too bad it wasn't enough. He knew that much too.]
I hope it wasn't too much trouble reaching me? [there's a coat rack nearby in case Cherry wants to lose the disguise while Speedy apologizes.] Seeing as I'm not... anywhere near the old country anymore.
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Tell me what you've been up to, my friend. Seems your life's turned a different direction since our meeting.
[He can tell that just from the house. This isn't a petty thief's house.]
gosh...
But, ah, yes. You could say that much. No doubt that you've already noticed some changes.
[Like the fact that they're not in England??]
If you'd be liking to hear it, then have a seat then.
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Cherryblod pulls up the nearest chair.]
Would like to hear all of it. Or at least as much as you're willing to share.
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... Would you like anything? Water, maybe a bit of liquor? I'd wager it was a long trip here.
[Anything that can prolong not having to talk about this particular thing, even though he absolutely has to.]
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[He's noticed, but he won't rush.]
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Speedwagon disappeared into one of the other rooms, leaving his special guest for scarcely a minute before returning with a bottle in hand, and several glasses. Don't get up, man, he'll fill you one.]
Here ya go, it's all on me. I've... come into quite a bit of money, as of late.
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[It's only fair. He can even shoo the boys away, if Speedwagon would rather not deal with ex-Kingmakers.]
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