notabluesbro | 27th Confession [Action/Voice]

[Wolfwood was happy to see the ugly scratch on his forehead was gone, and most of the flexibility of his good shoulder had returned to him. The soreness that would have dragged itself along in the days to come have long since passed, but he's far more annoyed at the sling he was forced to wear on his arm. Immobile. Unable to really carry his Punisher around (and that's just one of those weaknesses, on casual days, isn't it?).

Not to mention, with Milly on him about keeping rested and not getting into anymore trouble—just imagine the finger wagging and the never-ending questions about this and that and do you need new bandages?—he can finally wander out without feeling like a kid sneaking out of a window. But what is this? A few... confused, unfamiliar faces?

New Feather Time. Wonderful. Time to find a spot to sit and crack open that journal of his to check in on everyone. Everyone.]

[Voice//Filtered from Legato]

Sounds like we have some new people falling in. Or swimming in. Or climbing down. At least you don't have to worry about getting stuck waist-deep in desert sand here, now that that's all gone; I showed up there, and let's just say it's a doozy trying to get back to village life.

... But showing up in the middle of the ocean would have been pretty bad, too.

[He rubs his chin.]

Ahhh, shit, has it really been over a year?

[One extra year of living. He's pleased to consider it.]

How many people share a year here with me, huh? Felt pretty short.

Anyway, the name's Wolfwood; if you have any questions, I wouldn't mind answering them. Though I suggest the nice little list in the journal about anything and everything. Now that the draft is behind us, we might just have a moment of peace around here for settling down...

[If you want to run into him any other time, go right ahead. He's at the plaza, but he'll also stop by the weapons shop and walk out with a huge box under one arm. Despite the weight and the old wound on that arm, it's pretty effortless. Don't mind the kitten with the donut-shaped mark over its eye following him. That's just Vash's kitten. :|

He's a creeper like his mother. Can't shake him off.]

((ooc: if you signed up for a kitten (or want one, since there are still a few untaken), there will be an ooc post and an ic post by milly-mun about picking them up from the house! They're all ready to go.))

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Noooo, I have a much better idea!! [FRIENDLY SHOULDER PAT. ARE YOU PREPARED FOR THIS.] I can give you one of them. In fact, I know just the one! She'll be a perfect fit for you.

Oi oi. [NOT HAVING THIS. B|]

I don't have time for a damn cat. Find someone else.

Aaaah, how cruel. After all she's been through, I thought you were compassionate enough to take her in. [look at my sad face. so sad.] She was the runt, you know. Almost died the night she was born—we had no choice but to feed her ourselves! She was so weak, she could barely meow.

All she could do was raise her little cold paw up at us for a long time.

...

Do you really expect me to believe that shit?

Of course!

Do I look like I'd lie to you?

[huehuehuehuehue]

Edited 2011-09-08 04:58 (UTC)

... I'm thinking I've got somewhere else to be.

Ahhh, Sanji, don't be a party-pooper. I bet you'd want her the moment you looked at her! It's practically a guarantee. In fact, it's a definitely. [Because he's marked your house for doom, chef. You won't escape the cute kittens.]

Damn it, shithead, I said no!

[GO AWAY AND LEAVE HIM BE, PREACHER]

[... frown.]

Aaaah, damn. And Milly was so determined you'd at least give her a look, too.

[Clearly he knows just what to do about this conundrum.]

[... You son of a --]

... Milly-chan? [Definitely hesitating there. Reluctantly]

Edited 2011-09-08 17:47 (UTC)

Oooh yeah. I asked her who we should consider to take care of someone like Pudding and she said you'd definitely be one of the dependable ones. Not sure where she got that from, but she thought you'd at least consider it.

[LMAO I'M A DICK but I don't even care, bro.]

You-- [Funny that; he's starting to look violent. DID THE PLAN BACKFIRE, WOLFWOOD?]

[Yes]

[But when all is said and done (and he finishes trying to use Wolfwood as a soccer ball) Sanji is calm and collected, gruffly barking out orders]

Hurry up and show me this damn cat of yours.

[WOW FINE, abuse the already-injured guy. He holds his head and grumbles as he walks]

Also telling Milly it took a kick to the head for you to actually consider it.

[Come along, curlybrow, follow the Donut.]

Keep it up and I might have an added fee to introduce you to. [For now, he indeed follows, all the way back to the Trigun house]

Fine, fine, I got the memo.

[And behold, as he opens the door—

He abruptly side-steps at the last second. How do you feel about getting tackled by a horde of fuzzballs? Aaah, but don't worry. Your kitten is busy looking cute for you in the hallway beyond. With a nice little bow on her head. She's so tiny *u*]

Edited 2011-09-09 05:12 (UTC)

[Don't worry, Pudding - Sanji's getting to you. But first he must fight through a legion of infant kittens cute enough to bend the Malnosso to their will.]

O-oi oi now! [He startles into a laugh, voice soon lost amidst the chorus of mewls]

[Ohohohoho, Wolfwood knew you were a big ninny for cute animals.

/sunglasses]

Looks like Pudding decided not to brave the stampede... Smart girl.

[He jabs a thumb toward the living room. After you, Mr. I-Don't-Have-Time-for-Cats.]

[Resisting the urge to snatch up a kitten on his way - give them that attention they're demanding of him and such - he tiptoes carefully for the living room, avoiding tiny tails and tiny paws until he's crouched in front of this little ginger kitten]

Maaah, and are you Pudding-chan? [He holds out a hand for her to sniff first, and once she's suitably curious, wanders his fingers over to those flicking ears]

Edited 2011-09-09 06:15 (UTC)

[Did you want anything but a blank stare? Okfine.

Paff. She puts a paw on top of that hand. ~~It's a handshake, obvs.~~ And Sanji may just notice she is indeed the smallest of the... thirteen. God, Kuroneko, why. Wolfwood carefully steps around them as he goes.]

See, she's too cute to say no to.

I don't remember agreeing to anything. [He says as he scratches under her chin... and then picks her up in a loose cradle]

Aaaah, so it's a no, then?

[Not that he sounds entirely honest.

Because. Look at the kitty. Big kitty eyes boring into your soul. Especially the way she works her paw at your tie. Or collar. Whichever's more at hand].

Why do I have to decide now?

[;; And he's not staring into her eyes or letting her get comfortable kneading her little paws into his shirt. Not at all.]

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