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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[This is just... weird. Not to mention a bit like a cruel joke.] I guess not.

[A pause.] You going to be alright?

[Ah... well. It's not like the sky's falling in on their heads or anything. As uncomfortable as it makes him, he has to at least realize that and just deal with it. And in some really twisted way, he could at least say he got to see her again without her having to suffer through the trials of Luceti, right?

...Heh, who was he kidding, this was just torture; like dipping a fish into water and then tossing it on dry land.]

Don't have much of a choice but to be, at this point. You know that as much as I do, needle noggin...

[Boy, that name does not sound right in her voice.]

...I'm a little depressed that I'm practically incapable of sounding threatening when I'm angry, though.

[He chuckles softly. He's really missed hearing the sound of that voice this past year, he can't even begin to imagine how much harder that is for you.] If you manage it somehow, I'll be impressed. I don't think Milly can sound threatening, but, you know, that may be for the best. She sounds much better when she's happy.

Unless of course you threaten her pudding. Then she can sound very intimidating.

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I agree with you there. Hell, I saw her fury firsthand.

[He sits with his elbows on the back of the couch, only making the fact that he looks like Milly even more bizarre.]

Thank god she's got as much muscle as me, or else I wouldn't have been able to get that poor ol' cross back.

Oh man, I'd hate to know what would happen if you changed into someone who didn't while carrying that thing.

That's an easy one! I'd probably get crushed under its weight and break some bones!

It does have a lot of mercy in it.

Believe it or not, I had to actually use the damn thing today—of all days...

Some crazy asshole tried to fight me, out of nowhere.

What, really?

[Throwing her arms up now.]

Really. I was just going for a pack of cigarettes and then suddenly this freaky guy with ice powers just asked to fight, for no reason.

Why didn't you just tell him no?

I did. And then he rushed at me anyway. [Because Luceti is full of crazy-asses, Vash, you know this already.] Luckily I lost him with a missile.

You shot a missile off in town!? And they call me a walking disaster.

Hey, he was about to hit me with icicles! What did you want me to do, ask him to be all love and peaceful-like?

You could have tried!

Riiiight, and next time I run into someone like Yuber I'll invite him to dinner.

He claims he can't doesn't need to eat human food. So I don't think he'd appreciate that. [His tone? Dead serious.]

... It was a joke, you hair-brained idiot.

The point is, not everyone takes kindly to negotiation.

You don't know until you try!

Hmmm... how about you try next time you run into someone who wants to pelt you full of icicles. Then you can get back to me.

Maybe I will. I'm sure I'll be able to get out of it at least without shooting off a missle.

[Sigh.] But at least you're alright.

All right? I'm not all right! I've been without a smoke for an entire day now. I think I'm going nuts.

[...]

Yeah... that is a problem. [Squinting at that Rubik's cube again. It's not so hard! Just make all the blurry colors match up!]

[/staaaare]

You do know you're mixing orange and red, right?

Ehh? Am I? [Bringing it closer to his face.] There was an orange? [Squiiiiiiiiiiiint.]

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