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

[Voice] B-but they're entertaining. D8

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[c-coughs on his cigarette smoke.

;; Luffy WHY.]

Re: [Voice] ...good point. :(

[notabluesbro]

[l o l i n g]

You all right over there?

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Bastard. D8 And clearing throat]



... That guy? Is my captain.

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[notabluesbro]

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[notabluesbro]

...

Re: [Voice] ALL KEYWORDS APPLY.

[notabluesbro]

Pfffthrmm...

[Voice] LSDKFSDJfpsoahpfsopifs ROFL

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's a gracious man when he wants to be. And hangs his head with a sigh]

Wanna know how we met?

He catapulted through the roof of the restaurant I worked at and injured the owner. Was supposed to stay there as a busboy for a year.

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[notabluesbro]

Oh, so he's just as destructive as Vash is. Wonderful.

[That's actually a little worrisome... Maybe we should never let them hang out without adult supervision.]

You've gotta be kidding me, though. Please tell me why he catapulted in in the first place.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

No no, he's much more. [And he says this 100% serious]

Eh... I think the story is he was that damn excited to eat, and couldn't wait for the boat to arrive.

[Actually, Luffy threw a canon ball (sorta) and injured the owner, but Sanji is going off what he knows of his captain. In another universe, he'd be right on the money]

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[notabluesbro]

[Okay, that's overkill when it comes to nutty friends. He's not so sure he'd want to be around when Luffy's getting any ideas or is possibly even just hungry.]

You've really gotta be kidding me.

At least the other members of your crew seem a little more sane.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sane.

No immediate reply. Sanji's too busy boggling that word being anywhere near his crew]





Saner, yeah.

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[notabluesbro]

[He snickers in reply.]

Hey, I said a little, right?

And at least they're the less worrying kind of insane, if that's the case. Though, I don't know—Nami seems pretty normal. Like our poor insurance girl is. I don't suppose she's prone to sighing and rubbing her temples?

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Nami-swan's an absolute goddess, sent to ease our entire existence with her beauty and intelligence~!! It's such an honor being in the crew with her~!!

I don't know how she and Robin-chan stand all the shitheads half the time...

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[notabluesbro]

(Heh. Head fall over your heels yet, loverboy?)

I can't imagine how they do, either. It must be that wonderful patience and good-naturedness women all seem to get a hold of long before men.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[shodfhasf;dflks he's derailed from agreeing with that last statement]

O-oi oi, it's not like that! [What he and Nami don't have goes straight under complicated territory]

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Nice embarrassed stutter, there, Sanji.

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oh shut it, shitty preacher!

[He's not slightly red in the face]

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[notabluesbro]

[He laughs a little laugh. Of course, he can't really take note of his own memories, now can he? And like Vash's voice, a female's voice echoes out through the journal—]

("Secondhand smoke is bad for the baby, darling.")

[*_*;]

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Revenge, bitch]

Ohoooo? Taken, are we?

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[notabluesbro]

[......... :|]

Uhhhh... I don't know what you mean...

[Shifty-eyed look is a-go.]

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

I'd call that voice pretty damn telling.

...

[eyebrow raise] You never mentioned a kid, priest.

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[notabluesbro]

A kid—

[It's his turn to choke on his own cigarette, because that is at first entirely alarming to hear what the hell did you even hear—]

I don't have a—

Re: [Voice]

[notabluesbro]

...What exactly did you go hearing?

[Voice]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Secondhand smoke's bad for the baby.

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[notabluesbro]

... Oh.

(Damn cook tried to give me a heart attack—)

Oh, right. Hah, that's... a little different story, there. One of the insurance girls from back home needed to help this kid get out of a tricky situation fast. So she hid the girl under her coat and dragged me along with her as the father.