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]

Yes you are. Just look at how long you've been arguing that you're not a dork who's huffy and puffy.

[Nyeow.]

[goldenglasses]

Well, you won't stop teasing me. Like a bully. Some priest you are, bullying someone.

[notabluesbro]

I can't help that there are such easy targets around for it.

[goldenglasses]

That makes it even worse! Shouldn't you be helping the lowly and meek or something like that?!

[notabluesbro]

Who says preachers have to be charity cases all the time? How about you can help the lowly and meek in my place; that way I have more time to sleep in.

[goldenglasses]

Because that's not my job! You're the priest!

[notabluesbro]

Hey, hey, why do preachers have to deal with the brunt of this charity business? I thought all people should help the meek and needy? You're just piling all the work on us weary workers of the Lord.

[goldenglasses]

Because it's your job! And I do help out a lot if you don't remember!

[notabluesbro]

What, you help out by flailing around and annoying me?

[goldenglasses]

That's because I'm so busy trying to help the people you're failing to help.

[notabluesbro]

Well, hey! Thanks for doing my job for me, then! What a champ.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash just mutters to himself. Although "lazy no-good priest" shouldn't be too hard to pick up on.]

[notabluesbro]

At least I'm not a crybaby outlaw with funny hair.

[goldenglasses]

My hairs not funny!