notabluesbro | 21st Confession [Action/Written]

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[Well, it's at least relatively calm despite that shitty shift earlier. Which means he can go right back to helping with decorating the Great One Church for the festivities. If you guys wanna stop in and wish to the altar for the usual Great One blessings (there's always that fesitval traffic flood, around this time, man), come on in! Father Wolfwood'll be around to say hi. Or be in the front smoking after a few hours. E-eheh, there's no law against smoking priests, right?

And afterward, he will stop by family houses to make sure everyone's all settled. After all, people had a lot of stuff moved around lately, right? So expect an annoying preacherman to be on your doorstep; does he make himself at home? Pffft, if you're a brother or father, of course. Otherwise, he'll ask politely. Isn't he charming? B)

Then. He takes a nap at the lake. Because it's pretty nice weather out here, huh? And as he rests, dreams make his mind rest elsewhere—dreams of his wife, of course. It's hard to forget what those bastards did; when that 'third party' killed her in cold blood, and then almost killed him as well... The scars across his torso are proof enough. ~~He can't thank the Malnosso enough...~~ It's especially hard, when the festival rolls around. It was Rem's favorite time of the year. All that celebrating really got her happy. Hard to say whether or not he should be fondly cheerful, or depressed that she's really gone.

... Whelp, he wants to avoid worrying Milly over his own thoughts, so he'll try to stay quiet about it.]

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Anyone have a memory about the last festivals that they're fond of more than others?

[Filtered//Written to Milly]

How would you feel about dinner tonight?

[[ooc: So Wolfwood's a widow in his AU—Rem (yup, the one from Trigun |D) is his AU dead waifu, and Milly's the gal who's helping to heal his broken heart, poor fella. Aaand in one particular fight Rem was killed and Wolfwood was almost killed, so he's a little bitter about his inability to protect her. Wolfwood'll be busy with another post later on in the event, but have at him here, too, while he's in a decent mood. 3:^)]]

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[...ow. He gives a nod, though - he helped her move her things right after they met for breakfast together.

AND DON'T THINK HE HASN'T THOUGHT OF THAT.

Recovering from manly shoulder pat, Longshot points at Wolfwood with a somewhat questioning expression. Is there something he can help you with?]

[Don't worry, I'm learning how to speak your language, you weird quiet kid.]

What, can't your future father-in-law visit every once in a while?

[I used to help watch you, probably, if you were in the orphanage. Gooood tiiimes.

also, /troll griiiin]

Or am I not allowed around?

[Because we probably need a nice talk and stuff.]

[He tilts his head, buuuut. Gradually opens the door a little wider. No, no, you're allowed around. He'll even go and get a pen and paper and stuff - you might be learning to read him better, but actual communication is good too.]

[He strolls in happily, eying the room.]

Hmmm, this is a nice place you have. I suppose Bee'll be moving in sooner or later, right?

[TROLOLOLOL]

[He nods, shutting the door. Gotta keep the poker face up, Longshot. Nothing to be scared of, right? That's what married couples do, after all. And if Wolfwood is just inspecting, the place is clean, if a bit bare, and nothing smells terrible-

Smells. Whoops. He'd better take care of that soup before it starts to boil. He raises a finger as if to say 'one second', then makes a dash for the kitchen to turn the stove off.]

Mm? [Oh, right, you go do that! He'll cast a few looks around the place. Not bad... Smellerbee was never a materialistic kid, anyway.] Aaaah, are you a decent cook, Longshot? I'm not sure how well 'Bee is at it, herself...

[With the stove turned off, Longshot comes back into the room, picking up a notepad and a pen on his way.]

Good enough, I think.

[Before he wound up in Luceti and during his brief stay in the orphanage, he had to cook for himself for a few years. Nothing gourmet, but he finds it tasty enough.]

[He grins a little at the note.]

You could always ask my brother for cooking lessons—hey! Maybe you and 'Bee can take a few lessons together! It'll be the perfect honeymoon.

21st Confession [Action/Written]

And this would be why he was worried before. XD

He should always look over his shoulder. Always.

He will from now on 8|. ALSO. I AM LATE. D:

OMG SO LATE I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

I DON'T GET A DEMERIT, DO I?

WELL. MAYBE. POSSIBLY.

...what if I cried. ;;

... fine geez B(