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.]]

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Vash starts to sit up, cracking his back, and just about to open his mouth with some insult then panics.]

ME!? Oh no! I'm not telling her! You're her husband! YOU tell her!

[notabluesbro]

But you broke it, didn't you? You gotta tell her.

[goldenglasses]

But YOU'RE her husband! Bad news breaking is your job.

[notabluesbro]

And breaking cribs is clearly yours. You're gonna tell her, or I'll glue all your clothes to your dresser.

[goldenglasses]

Do that and I'll put hair dye in your shampoo!

[notabluesbro]

And then I explain to Milly about how you broke her crib out of spite while she's re-dyeing my hair.

[goldenglasses]

W-What! That's cheating!

[notabluesbro]

Who says I play fair?

[goldenglasses]

Wolfwood... you're a lousy preacher.

[notabluesbro]

Of course I am! Wouldn't be having a child in some weird alternate world if I wasn't.

[goldenglasses]

...okay, you got a point. But at least with that you're were closer to the right path by being loving and caring. Instead of evil and pain causing.

[notabluesbro]

Oh, no, no. Pain-causing stays on the list. And a little evil, too.

Can't take all my fun; how else will I torture you?

[goldenglasses]

By NOT torturing me.

[notabluesbro]

That would be the day Tomases can fly. Better start begging the malnosso to shift that up for ya'.

[goldenglasses]

Hmmmmmm. [You're tempting him.]

[notabluesbro]

Better get to it, then. [WHOOPS READ YOUR THOUGHTS. It's not a challenge. :|]

[goldenglasses]

Hand me a journal then.

[notabluesbro]

Get your own journal. I've got a crib to salvage.

[goldenglasses]

Fine. You fix the crib, I'll find a journal!

[notabluesbro]

[He'll just. Roll his eyes at that.

you do that, bunghole]

[goldenglasses]

[OH HE WILL! Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to get away from the blaming for a bit, as he doesn't bother calling the Malnosso at all.]