notabluesbro | 32nd Confession [Voice/Action]

[Two days after he's tried to murder his best friend, Wolfwood finally feels the after-effects of the drugs in his system fading out. He's been beyond lucid the last 24 hours, but god did he feel the headache of it all after the fact. More importantly, he's been lying around in his bed thinking. Always thinking, this one. First thinking that shit, man, that was close, and then thinking holy shit Milly is pregnant. She's been pretty much attached to his hip since he started coming down from what was in his system, and they've had plenty of hours to talk about everything while he's settled under blankets with her. And of course, he's full of concern and doubt about himself and a lot of things.

It's not that he isn't happy. It's just all a big gray unknown spot in his future and hers that he worries about frequently. And now he worries for... their kid. Their kid. It's like he's in the twilight zone. He doesn't even know how to start. But he's by no means unhappy.

Whatever happens... it happens, he tells himself. That's all there is to it.

Well... first things first. He hasn't seen Vash since their unfortunate encounter on the 29th. So he pulls on his white button-up, skips a shave, and seeks him out. Of course, he feels gross from sleeping too much, but whatever. Moving's the only cure for that shit.]

[Filtered to Anyone Involved with Feb. 29th's Events // 30% Hackable]

Hey... Thanks for the help. Back there. I'm sorry I was so out of it, but you know how it is around here... Full of shitty surprises. I'll have to make it up to you guys sometime.

... [A sorta' half-hearted smile. He's too overwhelmed for complete snark.] Well, maybe not to Sanji. He clearly owed me for bumming my cigarettes.

[Once he finds Vash, he's off for an easy walk to get his blood pumping; he needs more cigarettes, after all. So there's the store to go to, and then he heads to the item shop and smithy to see if he can replace lost ammunition. Yeah, he comes out with a box under each arm. Gotta' keep on top, even if he almost shot people to death the other day. :|

... And yes. Of course you can find him at the bar. Duh. He really really wants a glass of sturdier stuff. But before that, he ~~hobbles~~ goes back to the forest and starts collecting any shells he can find; sue him, he feels bad for wrecking some of the place. It's a workout for sure, but it also gives him something to do while he straightens out his own mind. At the end of the day he's going back home to crash in a warm bed with his gal. This week has sapped the life outta' him, man]

[[ooc: Backtagging is very welcome, just for ref! People involved in the plot don't have to tag immediately, but I just wanted to get it out of the way!]]

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Yeaaah, but I still feel shitty about it. Good time outta' your day, right?

[smile]

How troublesome.

[Luceti, where's copyright laws when you need them. MY CATCHPHRASE.]

The way I see it, it'd be more troublesome to look back and thing I could've helped out.

How're you and your buddy doing?

We'll live. We've been in worse predicaments, I'm thinking. Though... my head is killing me.

Aha... drugs can have that effect.

[As can pressure points, but it's not like it was that, no.]

Mm... Speaking of all that, I gotta say, your jutsu stuff is pretty horrifying. I couldn't even budge an inch when you used it on me. [ALSO I KNOW YOU KNOCKED ME OUT. If I weren't totally happy for that I would frown at you intensely. But I'm happy for that. So.]

Funny, you're the second person's who told me that. ['That' being that it's horrifying. He's so used to it being such a supplementary move that he has a hard time believing it.] I didn't even do much.

[Wolfwood may recall from their team-up on that one draft that Shikamaru can make human puppets with that jutsu too.]

You'd be surprised how little it takes to scare a person; the sensation of being paralyzed isn't particularly pleasant, especially when you're a trained fighter.

[Snort.] If it were supposed to be pleasant, no one would probably bother using it. It was originally intended as a delaying tactic...

[So not pleasant for the user either, since that wears off. But sigh. He digresses.]

But no, I get where you're coming from.

Hn. So did you learn that by your own talent, or was it something you got from a teacher? Seems like it'd be a hard thing to learn or master.

Sorry, that's secret.

[If this weren't on the journals, he'd probably admit that's a clan thing. But it is, and even filtered, the Malnosso can read stuff here. Filters can be broken.]

Ooooh, really? Some ancient ninja secret, huh?

Wouldn't want to jeopardize your technique.

You're a pal. [There's a soft thwack from the other end of the journal, as Shikamaru leans back in his seat with his head slightly bumping into a wall.] Anyone find your gun yet?