9th Confession [Action/Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[Morning time.

Wolfwood just wanted to check out the snow, so he's hanging out around the usual hustle and bustle areas to see people building snow men and hitting others in snow fights. Interesting—he'll have to get Vash in the face with a snowball when he gets the chance... Now, it doesn't take long for him to notice things aren't normal: this is where you come in. He might see your thoughts, see your notmygender, or even see you teleporting right out of his view. People seem... off. And over time, even more than off.

And he comes to a conclusion: oh no.

Wolfwood's bright enough to know what's what. And when his 'experiment' hits him, he's out and about in town—thought bubbles? The hell kind of experiments is that supposed to be. At any rate, he wasn't about to get himself into any awkward situations if he could help it, so he's just gonna try getting home before anyone he knows can bump into him (because he is a pretty secretive man, if not a liar when he wants to be). Though, that's not too hard, considering he's chilled by this snow business.

Which, by the way, is pretty damn interesting, despite his dislikes.

Of course, he can't even see the gigantic run-on thought bubble hanging over his scrunched, grumpy shoulders:]

(Goddamn Malnosso jerks I can't believe how stupid their experiments are why is this even helpful to them I wish I could strangle one of them just one of 'em what is even the point of showing off thoughts what am I saying they do it to piss everyone off I hope they get kicked so hard they gain a few octaves—)

[...It keeps going for a while. Don't worry! It's just a moment of... the usual mild annoyance. Thanks, Luceti.

He manages to get back home eventually, where he makes a voice post in the hopes that that will work out for him (it won't). He manages to control his annoyed tone in favor of a more casual 'nothing to see here' tone.]

[Voice]

Okay, who else is having problems with keeping their thoughts to themselves?

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Well of course you'd be more nervous around someone like me. Any human would.

[notabluesbro]

[What.

What.

This is just wonderful. He can't help but facepalm, because he knows this is a little more complicated than he was thinking. If he goes around spouting off a superiority complex—well, he's pretty sure Vash hasn't told many about what he is.]

Don't be such an idiot.

[goldenglasses]

I am not an idiot.

[notabluesbro]

[He's not scared of you, Vash. And his stare is hard.]

Then be careful what you say. Because some things I won't be able to cover your ass about.

[goldenglasses]

Why? You think people will be afraid of what I am and attack me? Destroy what scares you, that's what you humans seem to do. Well, I'm tired of hiding what I am because it might make you [he sneers] uncomfortable. Maybe-[Vash suddenly scoffs and finishes up with his gun.] Never mind. [He stands up and holsters it, with every attention of walking away. Can you feel the question that he left hanging in the air? That maybe Knives was right? Right now, he even surprised himself with that train of thought. He didn't really mean it, you just make him so angry.

And that's it. Right? He didn't really mean to almost say that.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood isn't the kind to leave words hanging in midair, and he's especially annoyed that Vash would do it after he says something so entirely unVashlike. He clenches his fist and steps in front of the man.]

Maybe what?


[A tiny voice bites at him—]


(Finish that, you crazy bastard.)

[goldenglasses]

[Vash actually snarls and while he does put up a little fight to keep it reigned it. It's still Vash snarling over something that isn't life or death.]

I said it as nothing! And I am not crazy! [Ugh. He does not want to get into this with you Wolfwood. So he's going to show off how he's really not a klutz right now and use his fancy footwork to try to get around you and to his room.]

[notabluesbro]

[He lets Vash walk by, not moving a muscle, features unreadable.]

Don't lose yourself too far, needle noggin, or you'll really regret it.

[He says it not expecting much of it to really go through to him—after all, experiments are experiments. Simply a concern brought to life, for the moment.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just snorts.] I'm fine, but touch my door and you'll regret it. [With that he slams it shut.]

[notabluesbro]

[He stands there for a moment, and then finally sits down on the couch.]


...Shit.