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

action?!;

[openfuture.livejournal.com]

[Rem's heard an odd little mewling sound coming from over yonder, and thus is carefully poking her head in.]

Mr. Wolfwood? [either you're doing quite an interesting animal impression or...

you know what, it's best not to assume.]

[goldenglasses]

[Heading into your - his? Someone's bedroom to inspect the damage.] That's why you should hang things up. How many did she have? Seven? Eight?

[notabluesbro]

... A little more.

Re: action?!;

[notabluesbro]

[At the sound of his name, he jumps back. IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.]

Oh, good morning!

[Myeeeuw, myeuw

NYEOW]

You an animal lover?

[goldenglasses]

Nine!?

[voice] heeeeeeeey you 8D

[pianissimoe.livejournal.com]

...Kittens? [in a soft little voice - she...hadn't meant for her reply to go through the journal actually. But kittens! Her curiosity is piqued.]

[notabluesbro]

Just a fewww more. I'd say, uh. Around 13ish.

[That can't be healthy for a cat, can it?]

Re: [voice] GASP A NOT!EVIL BLONDE, LORD SHOOT ME IT CAN'T BE

[notabluesbro]

[That's all good, he's the master at listening to these damn journals by now. So he's all about the smiling.]

Thaaat's right—kittens. Our cat went and got herself pregnant a while ago; I just didn't... uh. Expect this many of them.

[voice] she won't hurt ANY of your muses (yay)

[pianissimoe.livejournal.com]

[sdjkfh oh he heard that UM--]

How many are there...? [she's imagining like in that one movie with the dalmations.]

[voice]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Are any of them orange?

[action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly Wolfwood's bedroom is the popular place to be. Who knew?

But after that announcement, Amelia is definitely peeking her head in.]

Is everything okay?

Re: [action]

[notabluesbro]

It looks okay, but I'm not a vet or anything.

[The preacherman has went from awkwardly buried in the closet to sitting crosslegged near it; as much as he loathes dislikes Kuroneko, he is a little worried about if things will continue to stay smooth sailing.]

They're all alive and complaining, anyway.

Re: [voice]

[notabluesbro]

Quite a few of them, yeah.

[And he's eyeballing that screen like you have no idea.]

Vash told me already. Your cat's quite the ladies man.

Re: [voice] (yay)

[notabluesbro]

Well, luckily I learned to count, so I can saaaay... thirteen of 'em.

[8'D e-eheheheh...]

[voice]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Ehehehe...

Yeah. Uh, sorry.

[He was planning on getting him fixed, but...]

Re: [voice]

[notabluesbro]

Eeeh, don't worry about it. But we really need a vet around here. Otherwise, cats'll overtake the whole damn place. Just picture it—birds and mice dead, the ecosystem crumbling, chaos and woe ensues!

It's not pretty.

[voice]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Glumly:] Don says McCoy is the one to ask. He's a people doctor, but he can probably do animals too.

[goldenglasses]

THIRTEEN!

[action]

[stungunning]

[Milly's coming in a little later with a saucer of warm milk with bread soaked in it for Kuroneko, and now she lets out a low whistle.]

Goodness, her family's even bigger than mine is!

[voice] 1/2

[pianissimoe.livejournal.com]

[...thirteen. thirteen??? That's...yes, that's a lot.]

Oh! Amazing! I hope they're all okay...

[voice]

[pianissimoe.livejournal.com]

--They're all okay, aren't they? And the mother too?

Re: [action]

[notabluesbro]

[He leans back, white collar-shirt rolled up to his elbows in his casual morning attire, and grins up.]

I'd say that's a pretty big achievement for her, then.

[notabluesbro]

Thirteen.

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

Re: [voice]

[notabluesbro]

They seem like it. None of them look sick, and as far as I can tell the mom's doing pretty well, too. I'll try to find a good doctor around here who can keep an eye on them, though. Since I'm not much of one myself.

[Cigarette time. There's a faint sound of a lighter, before he exhales a breath.]

I'm not exactly sure how well-equipped a cat is for this many kids.

Re: [voice]

[notabluesbro]

McCoy? [Sounds... sort of familiar. Then again, if he were here for a year and didn't recognize names, he be sort of a loser.] I can't imagine they'd be, uh... too different.

...

I hope.