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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[Soul jumps and then turns slowly to look at the unfamiliar girl, woman... whatever. Someone who knows Nami... crap.]

Ah- Hey. Um... [Glaaance to the side.] This is so uncool.

[He lets out a breath.] Sorry, I'm not Nami.

[He runs a hand over his hair—oh, it's longer than normal, so that just feels wrong.

An exasperated sigh.]

... who is it?

[He crosses his arms, but then looks down and quickly uncrosses them and puts a hand over his nose.]

... Soul. My name's Soul...

...Soul?

[He can't help but wear a crooked little smile.]

It's me, Soul. Wolfwood.

[Soul blinks and pulls his hand from his face.]

... Saa, this is a weird way to meet in person.

... Just a little.

[A pause, and he snickers.]

Ha—I had no idea you had the hots for a lady here, Soul.

[He refuses to blush. GDI.]

Oi! I don't have the hots for her!

She's just a friend.

If you say so!

... Having a hard time with your new body, huh?

... Tch, something like that.

You?

Eh, I've been suffering from nicotine withdrawal while finding something that fits a girl this tall. [around 6'1", to estimate |D] She's unfortunately a hard one to shop for.

You could try the patch. Dunno if they got it here though.

[He looks you up and down.] No idea what you could do about the clothes. [He's got his own wardrobe issues.]

The patch? Huh... [I DON'T THINK WE HAVE THOSE IN GUNSMOKE... :|a

Did they survive earth? Hard to say. |D]

The same could be said for you—you might just be better off wearing extra large t-shirts.

Ah yeah. It's this patch you put on your arm that sends nicotine into your body without cigarettes. Guess they don't have 'em in your world.

[He looks down at himself and then rubs his neck self-consciously.] Hn, problem is I keep changing.

I don't know—never went out to find a way to stop, really.

[But he blinks at that.]

...can't stop? You go back and forth a lot?

Yeah, between Nami and my partner back home. [He lets out a breath and runs a hand through his hair.] My partner's a flat-chested shorty. [Just to give you an idea...]

... Really. That's some really shitty luck.

...

Do you call her that to her face?

... Sometimes. [~~Most of the time.~~]

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

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