notabluesbro | 25th Confession [Written/Action][Early on the 23rd for MAXIMUM HEAT WAVE]

[Wolfwood's annoyed. Vash was snatched up just as things were getting calm, so to appease his gnawing aggravation over needle noggin's surprise vacation, he took to the lake more often; shockingly, he was getting pretty good at it, and as the days wore on, he was clearing more distance without stopping for a breather. Not to mention, staying stationary in Luceti meant losing muscle mass, and he had no room for losing the ability to tote that heavy son-of-a-bitch gun.

Of course, that talk with Sanji a few days back had him thinking. Always thinking, this one. He sits under a tree by the lake, still wet from the swim, with pen in hand. The question really takes him back. Reminds him of Vash and the girls, and of himself.]

[Written]

Hey, a question—how many of you were nomadic? Traveled from place to place, not really labeling one single town or house as a home?

[....]

And what d'you think of being stuck in one place?

[Afterwards, he starts back home after practicing Fire and his just recently sought-after wind magic (he spends a great deal of his time dealing with the spirits, now, because getting better and stronger was important; protecting people was important). Catch him on the way back if you want, or out training in the fields, or prior, at the lake. Whatever floats your boat.]

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And less of a chance of passing out in a sand dune too.

[Takes another little lick of her ice cream.]

Eeeeeyuck, don't remind me. Those days weren't very pleasant, definitely.

Hmm. But then we wouldn't ever have met if you hadn't passed out in that sand dune.

[More ice cream, darling?]

[Oh, you're too good to me 8D]</small. True... Though I would've liked to skip out on the giant spider machines.

I think that would be enough to ruin anybody's day.

[And now she's just going to brush her thumb over your top lip.]

That was quite a distinguished ice cream moustache you were growing there, Mr. Priest.

... You don't say.

Was it a good look for me?

You looked very, very cute.

[And she leans in and gives him a little kiss on his top lip.]

But I like you better without it.

Then I'll have to keep on the look-out, in case I'm attacked by an ice-cream cone again.

It was the other way around, Mr. Priest. You attacked it.

Well, I was pretty hungry.

I bet you worked up quite an appetite after all that hard work swimming.

[Hands the ice cream to him.]

Here you are, you probably need the energy more than I do.

Don't mind if I do...

[8U Oh sweet, delicious ice-cream.]

I'll consider it my treat for keeping active, then.

[Only you could steal pudding ice cream from her and then get given it afterwards, Mr. Priest.]

Do you want to get something else too?

[THE PERVIEST OF IMAGES GO IN THESE BRACKETS.

Lord forgive me.]

Something else?

[Smiles and takes his free hand.]

Something else to eat, Mr. Priest.

[...

I think my brain just malfunctioned.

GODDAMMIT I AM A FILTHY OLD SINFUL MAN DON'T LOOK AT ME]

... I wouldn't mind getting something to eat.

[3:'^D]

[But you're so nice to look at ♥.]

The bakery just put out some really delicious looking meat pies, should we get some of those and have a picnic?

.... A picnic sounds just fine to me.

[A-ahaha. Going up in flames mentally. But at least they can have a picnic.]

Mr. Priest, are you alright? You look a little flushed, did you catch cold?

[Touches his brow with the back of her hand, looking worried.]

Perhaps I ought to take you home to bed...

[... nevermind, back to his awful place.]

.... We could do that, too.

[He'd like that, even.]

But I'm not sick! I swear, I'm as fit as a fiddle, scout's honor.

[Wait a moment.]

[Oh!]

Oh dear that wasn't what- I mean I didn't mean that to sound like that and probably- um-

[Hello cherry red cheeks.]

Oh.

You want to...?

[Clearly the first way to reply is to chew nervously on the end of his cigarette (ha, where'd it come from? The magic of Wolfwood).]

Well. That's—you know.

[aaawwww, shit]

It's pretty damn difficult to not want to.

[THERE. He said it. B(]

[Milly's cheeks couldn't be any pinker than they are right now and she nervously rubs the back of her neck.]

Well...

[This... isn't how she thought she would be admitting this to him but...]

I want to too. More and more every day, actually. So... if you want to then-

[Oh what the hey, here let me give you a kiss Mr. Priest.]

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