notabluesbro | 16th Confession [Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the 25th

I—

I CAN'T DO IT.

[Hey, Journal, hear ~~Wolfwood~~ Milly yell in frustration. Anyone who's actually walking by would know why—after holding a cigarette inches from ~~his~~ her mouth, 'Milly' throws it on the ground and stomps on it violently. How could he possibly smoke in Milly's body? It just feels wrong. Drinking basically has the same feeling, really... Hell, it's not like he knows the body isn't really hers, not in their world. So he will be nicotine deprived for the next few days in his valiant, difficult efforts.

Miserable. Just miserable!

Granted, he's still carrying around a cross like it's nothing, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is. For now? He's just running around seeing what the hell's happened here. After all, people are in a panic, and he's needing to find people he knows to figure out what the hell is going on. This just had to be another event, right? First, he gets some normal-looking lady clothes for his bizarrely tall girl body (goddamn Milly, you're HUGE). He visits the apartment and eats, and then proceeds to go crash in his bed and try to sleep it off. Same as usual.

Except, fuck it, he can't. So instead he'll just be listening to all the panicked posts on the journal while shaking his head.

Her head.

...Eh.]

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Well, maybe Milly's optimism is starting to affect my brain. Unlike some broomheaded people around here, who just piss me off most of the time.

[Vash just sighs and speaks causally, as if he didn't know you were talking about him.] Well that's too bad, but I'm sure he's much better and better looking then this really annoying, rude, loud, and selfish preacher man I know.

Oh no...

It looks like you're going blind again. What a damn shame!

No I'm not!

Then you must be having a lapse in judgement, because the only loud, annoying one around here is the guy who uses too much hair gel.

Huh, I didn't know Wolfwood used hair gel!

... Oh, so you're blind, lacking judgment, and just plain dumb. That's a shame, Mr. Stampede.

[Mwahaha, glinty-eyed look is a-go. He's going to just have to toss all your hair gel in the morning, won't he?]

I am not, you must be feverish from the cold to think that.

[Too bad Vash can't see that glinty-eyed look or he'd question it.]

[Woe on Vash! Woooe!]

Whatever you say, Mr. Vash. Whatever you say~

[Vash just snorts and brings his toy closer to his face. Maybe... he should have waited until his eye sight was a little better for this.]

16th Confession [Voice/Action] Forward-dated to the 25th

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