Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2012-03-02 02:47 pm
notabluesbro) wrote2012-03-02 02:47 pm
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, hehobbles 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!]]
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
[[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!]]
[Action]
[Especially that one time he, y'know. Wanted to kill all the humans in Luceti.]
You're working with someone who's stuck to his ideals and his fears for longer than you might think. And those really old habits? They die hard.
[Action]
Precisely what the two of them are, though...]
How old?
[Action]
Old enough.
[Good enough answer? 8D]
[Action]
...is he a demon?
[OR NOT.
Yes, she's actually serious.]
Re: [Action]
Last I checked, no.
[He sounds very sure about that, on the bright side.]
[Action]
[Action]
But for now, you're safe from having to change any stances, at least. [He smiles and raps his knuckle on the bar, rising to his feet.] Well, that's enough for me, I'm thinking. Promised Milly I'd stay out of trouble for a while, after all.
[Action]
...Wolfwood.
[Action]
Yeah?
[Action]
I hope you get to stay here. For... forever.
[Awkwardly put. The dead shouldn't have to go home. She's sorry.]
[Action]
[He offers a casual wave, like they'd just gotten through talking boring stuff like checkers or something. Anything other than Vash, being dead, and being drugged, amirite?]
See you around, Nami.