33rd Confession [Butt-Video... Voice... Video...?]

[notabluesbro]

[When the voices suddenly come on, the entire screen's black--prooobably because someone's ass is crushing the journal. Maybe Wolfwood's. Of course, he's too busy not noticing because-]

Iiii don't think that's right, needle noggin.

What? That's what the instructions say! You're just being stubborn because you got it all wrong...!

[there's the sound of waving paper] Ha, very funny, you being right.

I am right!

It's upside down, you idiot.... Why did I ask for your help again?

[...mumble mumble] There're so many steps...

[grumble grumble] It's a demon crib; it just won't let us build it. She's going to have a baby and we'll be stuck in the front mashing crib legs together--and could you get those damn cats outta' here! They're distracting!

Aww, what? They're just hungry! Maybe if someone fed them like a decent preacherman.

That's not my job! I don't want cats--!

[... Are you two married or something. Milly would wonde--CRACK]
....

Spikey.

... A-aha. Yeah?

Did you break it.
.... 

WOLFWOOD NOOOOOO [CRACK

Oh look, you can see the two of them now! Wolfwood is very sweetly bending Vash's leg at an impossible angle in the middle of a sadly wilted crib that VASH RUINED GODDAMMIT]

ERUGHGH!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY--

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND A CRIB IN THIS PLACE?!

UNCLE! UNCLEEEEEE!!! MY LEG'S BREAKING, AAAAA--

A LEG FOR A LEG!!



THAT'S SORT OF HARSH--EIEIEIEIEI!!

[[ooc: ... dual-post. enjoy two idiots.]]

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[ACTION-Y SHIT]

[goldenglasses]

[What? We're being quiet now? Vash missed that memo.] AMELIA-CHAN! SAVE ME! HE'S GOING TO BREAK MY LEG! OWOWOWOWOWOW!

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia's young. She still has dreams. Dreams of a day going by when no one acts dumb in the Trigun house.


...Like I said. Young.]

Don't "Hey Amelia" me. [Hands on the hips now. She's being serious.] Do you have any idea how long you've been at this?

[Vash doesn't get anything so nice, though. He's louder.] Yeah, well. You broke his crib. Loudly.

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[notabluesbro]

Really loudly.

[SIGH SIGH. Though he's not letting up on the leg-bending, okay thanks.]

What will my daughter or son sleep in now, Vash? They'll have to sleep in a box...

[notabluesbro]

[WHOOPS ANGER REIGNITED

twisting dat ankle now]

And it's all your fault!!

[goldenglasses]

YIYIYIY! How is it all MY fault!? You didn't know how to put it together EITHER!

[thedicearecast]

[Amelia lets out a slow breath as the two start up, again. Then?]

IT'S BOTH YOUR FAULTS FOR BEING IDIOTS!

[Mostly Vash, but hey. Amelia could hear Wolfwood too.]

Did you even try to read the instructions? Or did you have to be men and ignore anything and everything that could have helped?

[She heard them. She wasn't listening to what they were actually saying.]

[notabluesbro]

Have you looked at those instructions? I think they're in malnosso garble!

[He's not even joking, there are numbers and letters and arrows all over this paper.]

[goldenglasses]

Or they're for the wrong crib! It lists too many parts I couldn't even find!

1/idk

[thedicearecast]

Oh please. Why would they put the wrong instructions in?

[Amelia's going to pick up that piece of paper and examine it for herself now, thanks.

And of course, Wolfwood and Vash are just being babies. These instructions are--]

2

[thedicearecast]

[...]

3

[thedicearecast]

[ >:| ]

4

[thedicearecast]

[...and turning the paper over.]

5

[thedicearecast]

[...nope. still not making sense.]

6/7

[thedicearecast]

[wow you guys. just wow.]

done!

[thedicearecast]

[oh well. Dropping the paper now.]

You're still idiots. And noisy.

[notabluesbro]

[P-pffffthrmrmmmm.]

R-right. Very noisy idiots.

[I want to laugh at you so much right now, you have no idea.

But I know it could get me killed.]

[goldenglasses]

See! You can't figure it out either! And I wasn't being loud until Wolfwood tried to break my leg!

[thedicearecast]

[See, this is why Amelia doesn't fight with Wolfwood nearly so much. He has a sense of self-preservation.

Vash clearly doesn't.]

Well it's your fault for getting a crib that was so complicated. And yes you were too being loud! I've been listening to it half the morning!

1/idk

[stungunning]

[Milly has been off elsewhere in the house, having a nap and getting some of her energy back and then she was woken up by a lot of yelling and squawking. Better go and investigate!]

What's all the racket about? Is something the matter?

[She yawns, and then happens to catch sight of-]

[stungunning]

[stungunning]

[Is that-]

[stungunning]

[What the holy heck?!]

[stungunning]

[What in heaven's name has happened to the crib!]

[stungunning]

[THIS IS TERRIBLE!]

[stungunning]

What happened?!