notabluesbro | 9th Confession [Action/Voice]

[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?

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[A very unsure pause.]

...Nah. I wouldn't want her here. It's pretty dangerous, and she's got a good family back home that I'd rather she stay with.

(I can't really face her, after I broke my word like that, can I?)

[They're getting into territory Sanji has no business seeing or hearing. And maybe it's because they're similar, but he knows damn well which parts Wolfwood would rather keep to himself]

You got a point. [levelly] She'll be happier there.

[... He wonders]

...Yeah.

But. If she does pop up, you'd better make damn you have an infinite supply of pudding. She's knocked people out cold over it.

... Pudding?

Really.

Really! A guy knocked her bag over and stepped on her groceries. Stun gunned him into unconsciousness.

Serves the shithead right. [Bias? What bias? Sanji was born a fair man]

I'll make sure to keep it in mind.

Ha, what's with that face, huh? I'm sure you've had some experience here in Luceti, being one of the few cooks—or has it been a relatively normal year?

The one thing constant about being a chef is every year is never normal.

Wait 'til the Malnosso plague the village with cockroaches and rats. You'll probably lose your mind.

Don't jinx it.

The last thing we need is a food shortage or some shit.

I can always teach the fine art of cactus eating, if all else fails.

Do we have cactus?

In the desert? You bet: saw some on my way into the forest.

Mainly because I kind of appeared in Luceti half-buried in sand. Talk about your common irony.

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Eeeh. This place has one shitty sense of humor.

Ha, at first I thought I was still back at home. Seeing all the greenery definitely went and changed my mind on that one.

...Though all this cold weather is actually making me miss all that sand.

Just a tiny bit.

[There's a flash of a grin across his face]

... That's right, you've never seen snow, have you?

Never. I heard about it once, when I was really young, but never after that. When it comes to seeing snow on my world, there's a -20 percent chance of it.

Heh. Later, when Luceti's done shitting on itself, reintroduce Vash to a snowball fight.

I think he could use it after this is over.

As long as he's not trying to live in his closet for the rest of his stay here, I definitely will. With all the trouble he causes me, it's suitable payback.

(And I'll need a case of that hypervodka for myself, too.)

That bastard better not. I'll drag him out in the snow if I gotta.

But once this is over... we could all use a few drinks.

[a playful tone—]

Until we can't even see straight.

Knew you were a smart man, Wolfwood.

Heh, smart enough to know booze is a goddamned godsend? Bet your ass.

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