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3rd Confession [Action]

[When Vash had finally conked back out (him and his stupid Malnosso kidnapping problems...), Wolfwood took at as a chance to sneak away to the bar—this 'Seventh Heaven' place, as Meryl had worked at the other place and he wasn't too sure he wanted to think quietly there.

Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.

Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.

He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?

And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...

He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]

I must be losing my edge.

[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]

Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?

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[Sanji's always a bit surprised when anyone uses the 'bar' part of Seventh Heaven. Good Spirits is the usual hangout, and while he gets his share of customers just wanting a drink, it never ceases to catch him off-guard, anyway.

Good thing he can mix a shitty drink well.

It's the nickname that catches his attention. He's heard of Wolfwood, has a vague idea on what he sounds like, but the words etch back Broom Head when he replays them through his head, and Sanji chuckles quietly]

Needle Noggin, huh?[It's quiet and amused and barely realizing he said it outloud]

[Hey man, booze is booze, don't matter where it's from.

Wolfwood looks up curiously. And smiles, thinking: hell, if so many people he'd met knew Vash, this guy probably did, too. A shame, most of Vash's journal replies are filtered thanks to that blue-haired freak. So he just threw it out on assumption alone.]

Needle noggin, spikey, broomhead, take your pick. His normal name certainly doesn't suit him.

[He downs another shot from a glass.]

I'm sure he could maim a man, if he ran in for a headbutt.

[The snickering escalates into a laugh, brief but agreeing]

Maaah, I prefer Broom Head, myself. [there's no one else to serve at the moment, so he slowly digs around for a cigarette.]

I'm surprised he hasn't done it on accident, even when he's purposely stumbling around.

[And lo and behold, Sanji has a pack of cigarettes and a lighter being held in his direction.]

Hummmm, so I'll take that as a 'smoking allowed' gesture on your part?

[He lifts a brow, smiling still; at least talking to people was a damn fine way of avoiding his thoughts. He appreciated anything the guy had to say, quite frankly.]

You could always hire him to clean up the floors after hours, y'know. Sure, you can't pay him in money, but food'll do the trick.

[...What a curly eyebrow you have. :|a]

[Heeeeh. Well, never one to turn down a smoke, he takes the offer but forgoes the lighter, instead lighting it by himself. Without touching it. The cigarette just flares up at the end and starts curling smoke towards the ceiling]

You'd be right. A smoke and a shot go hand in hand.

[Oh, Sanji figured the guy needed a distraction. He will be playing the role of the chatty bartender because he's bored, he likes talking, and you mock Vash, too.

Also, lay off the eyebrow, sir. 8|]

Not a bad idea. Maybe I'll put out a trail of donuts for him to follow.

[He leans back a little, whistling and looking rather impressed.]

That Ginko guy give you some weird cigarette-starting ability, or should you two just form a club?

[Aaaa, it's been a tough week, bartender. My best friend is still an idiot and my foe is running around biding his time for complete tomdickery... AKA, it's really as if I never kicked the bucket to begin with. That said, 'a smoke and a shot go hand in hand' is like a fucking mantra at this point of Wolfwood's life. He lights up one himself, and soon that section of the bar is second-hand haven.

Also, a snort of amusement.]

I apologize if you've already been traumatized by him and his weird obsession—don't know how the hell he stays so thin and spazzy, with how many calories-worth of those he inhales.

[...I'll lay off the eyebrow when you tweeze it. :3]

Oi oi, I learned it before he did. And this shit isn't just for cigarettes. [The air in front of them spikes in temperature, a flare of heat until he quells it back down. And then, a spurt of wind ruffles both their hair] You could learn it too, if you're that bored or interested.

[Buddy, that shit sounds rough. Have another shot, it's on me - there's no real cure for bad karma besides flipping it off and hitting the booze.]

Oh no, don't worry about it. [There's a sadistic glint in his eye, though full of good humor] I took the necessary price out of his hide.

[He recognizes these abilities now, as those magic-teaching spirits or whatever the heck they were; the image of spontaneously creating fire, wind, what have you, was an interesting one. One he might end up going for, if it'd help.

He glances at the cross before returning his amused gaze to the bartender.]

Vash's been telling me about that, but I don't know if I'll be any good at it. If he manages, though, I think I'll give it a shot...

[A pause, as he chuckles. Lots of memories of retribution are popping up, thanks to all the spats he and Vash had gotten into. Over ridiculous things, mind you, but...]

To be fair, I can say the same. He deserves a good smack upside the head, from time to time. How long you had the pleasure of knowing the broomhead?

[...from a 250ish pound cross... Eeeeh, he recovers quick. Whatever.]

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[It's because he's 99% sure of who this is that he offers up his next statement without any go-around]

I'll be helping him with Tsinku and Eferin. You might as well drop by and see him get shot at by lightning.

[And to be fair, Sanji's feet pack the same amount of punch. He's been continuing the abuse while you've been absent, Wolfwood.]

Now? About... [Damn, how long has it been? His stare hits the wall] Eight, nine months?

First time I met him, I sorta kicked him in the face.

[He claps his hands together, cigarette dangling off a grin.]

Ha, excellent!

[And he would commend you for your duty to all of Luceti for that. Lord, he'd only been there for a few weeks and he's already had to dish out random physical abuse ~~granted, it was mainly when Vash was mocking him, but aaaah, we'll get to the more endearing abuse later, he's sure.~~]

That's still mind-boggling to me—I mean, I saw him the day before I got here.

...

Do tell what he did to make you kick him in the face?

To be fair, it wasn't really his fault. A crewmate of mine was lying injured on the couch and Vash was on his way out the door. I sorta... got the wrong impression.

[And nearly set the poor guy aflame]

But then, he got me drunk at the bar a few days after, so I'd say the shithead and I are even.

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[He may pass out more often, but they don't usually last long. Someone is displeased to wake up and find one of his friends missing.]

Of course you'd cheat and run out while I was sleeping. [If he knows you, like he thinks he does, he has a pretty good idea where you are.]

[Well, he wasn't surprised that you'd wake up. ~~In fact, it even makes him quite pleased—yeeees, suffer in your lack of booze.~~]

Now don't be that way. Sometimes it's my style to go for a quick drink, and since you were conked out, I figured it was a great time to sneak out.

Why am I not surprise you're already checking out the bars? You work fast finding places like that for a preacher man.

And you didn't have to sneak out... you could have asked. [And then he could have gotten a drink too.]

It's only natural~! Most of the meek and weary hang around bars—what better place for a traveling priest to be, really?

And I didn't want to deny you your beauty sleep, of course.

[Oh... my god... that actually kinda makes sense. Not that Vash will admit to that.] Oh, I'm sure that's the real reason you're there.

Ha, and no need to worry about that, I already look so good I don't need any extra beauty sleep~.

[Of course it makes sense, it's tooootally why he's at a bar. Drinking. And not doing his priestly endeavors at all.]

Ah, ye of little faith.

So you're noticing that whole 'falling over in the middle of town' bit wasn't just a 'fluke', hm?

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...kinda hard to miss.

Hey, at least it doesn't seem too bad yet: a case of narcolepsy, or something to that effect... We can just keep an eye on it and makes sure it's nothing serious.

I'm hoping it goes away soon.

Like... in an hour. [It's really frustrating not knowing when you're going to pass out.]

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