26th Confession [Voice/Action]

[notabluesbro]

[It's been a fairly normal time in the Trigun apartmenthold. They were planning on moving soon thanks to Vash scouting out a new abode from Sanji, and then they had a new lady in the group, to boot. That meant until the move, Vash was probably on a spare matress in his room. Siiigh. So much for keeping a room to himself, he pines as he opens his closet door; how is he and Milly supposed to—

NYEOW.

Oh. A familiar noise. Wolfwood looks down at the floor of his closet, stares... stares... and then...

quietly shuts the door.]

Holy shit.

[Voice]

Say. Just wondering, how many kittens should a cat have? Because I think we overstepped the normal count. Yeah, needlenoggin: when I said we needed her spaded? This is a pretty good reason why.

[Is that the sound of kittens in the background? Perhaps.]

Damn, and I really liked that jacket, too.

[Don't mind him, household, he's just got his torso half-in the closet like a goober, monitoring the situation for these youngins. Not that he cares, or anything. They don't even have their eyes open yet, but at least they're all in good shape... :|a]


((ooc: replies in the morn'. Err. Later morn'. 8|))

Comments

[notabluesbro]

Thirteen.

[I blame you, even though it has nothing to do with you.]

[goldenglasses]

Is she alright!? Can cats have that many!? [Scurrying right over to peer into that door.

[notabluesbro]

I'm a preacher, not a cat doctor!

[Go ahead. Look at the wiggling pile of fuzzy kitty bodies.]

... They seem okay...

[goldenglasses]

[Leaning over to take a closer look.] Aw! They're so cute!

[notabluesbro]

Don't get too attached, Spikey. Even if they did manage to survive the birth, we'll probably have to help feed 'em. [He points down at the pile of fuzz, looking like he's done this very thing before. And maybe he has. :|

WHAT OF IT.]

She probably doesn't have enough milk for all of them... so we'll have a little work to do.

[goldenglasses]

Aw, it won't be so bad! Look how cute they are! And they all seem pretty healthy! [He reaches forward to pick up one, only to be lightly scratched at by momma.] OUCH! Okay! Okay! I get it, they're your babies.

[notabluesbro]

Way to go, trying to snatch a kitten from her mom.

[You totally had that coming.]

Though, we're gonna have to get to them somehow. Maybe if we lure her with fish or something...

[goldenglasses]

I wasn't trying to snatch them! I just wanted a better look!

[He pouts down at his hand.] Maybe she'll be a little better about letting us touch them in a day or two.

[notabluesbro]

Hopefully. We still need to trade out my jacket for a bed, or something.

[CAN YOU SEE MY FACE, I AM DISGRUNTLED.]

[goldenglasses]

[Snicker]

But your jacket is perfect for the job.

[Chuckle.]

[notabluesbro]

... Don't make me break something over your head in front of innocent little kittens.

[goldenglasses]

Fine, fine. You work on getting your jacket back. [He's not helping.]

[notabluesbro]

Gee, aren't you the most helpful friend in the universe.

[goldenglasses]

Just the best!

[notabluesbro]

I'm sure your mother must be very proud.

[OH RIGHT. griiin]

And that reminds me! How's Rem settling?

[This could be a kind-toned, friendly exchange, but he's clearly in a trolling mood. Probably because you deserve it for some reason or another.]

[goldenglasses]

[And Vash being the poor sap he is, totally misses the troll signs.]

She's doing pretty good! Settling in just great!

[notabluesbro]

Huuuh, is that so? [Geez, stop grinning like you're oblivious, it'll make him harder to poke fun at you. :C] She planning to take up anywhere here for work? Since you help out around the flower shop, and all.

[goldenglasses]

Hm. Not really sure. [After having a job like helping to save the human race, most jobs around Luceti don't exactly fit someone so courageous. At least in Vash's mind.]

[notabluesbro]

Careful, or she'll get bored to tears, and then she'd have to resort to telling me about how dorky you were as a kid.

[goldenglasses]

Why would you think I was dorky!?

[notabluesbro]

Because I got the wonderful honor of meeting you when you were little and dorky.

[goldenglasses]

I wasn't that dorky!

[notabluesbro]

[Sure, I believe you. See this believing face?]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah! Like you were any better!

[notabluesbro]

No. I was a lot better.