Nicholas D. Wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notabluesbro) wrote2011-10-09 12:22 am
notabluesbro) wrote2011-10-09 12:22 am
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29th Confession [Voice/Action - Backdated to the 7th (Friday)]
[Upon waking up, Wolfwood figures two things: one, that he was taken by the droids for a short period of time, and two, that checking his journal would be the wisest choice. So he proceeds to flip through the journals and low and behold, he finds exactly what he considered a possibility. With great anguish, he facepalms.]
Raaaah, not again!
[So it goes. He manages enough priestly swagger to get to the kitchen (why did all of his kidnappings end in something akin to a hangover?), makes something to eat, eats it, and then crawls right back into bed for the next three hours. And then he smokes himself a cigarette—maybe two—and goes out in the usual outfit, sans the jacket. It felt good without one. But before that:]
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Apologies to anyone I annoyed while I was miniature. It wasn't my intention when I got taken this time, I swear it; these things just seem to really love happening to me. I think I've got everything in memory now—something about... uhhh, a weird shift turning everything upside down? I distinctly remember an annoying, perverted frog hopping around trying to kiss ladies.
I wonder how many people around here've been turned to kids. A raise of hands?
[Of course, he's also heard a while back that some people had left... And knowing that now, in his adult form, it's like re-living the sinking feeling. Still, he's glad. He'll push aside his own selfishness and be glad for them... even if it sucks to give in and make yourself glaze over all the memories they were involved in.
Ginko, you were the first person he physically met here. You gave him a smoke, and showed him the way back. He never got to repay that, huh? Hughes... You were a pretty good father. Even if you were a complete troll sometimes. Smellerbee, you were a damn good kid; had guts and helped him out when he was in a jam. Derek? You were a weird sort of calm around here, like Ginko was. Wolfwood appreciated that. Sanji.... you're a jerk, for running off like that.
He grins, though, because his sort-of-brother made off to the ocean. And that was good. Even if he'd miss your annoyed looks, it was where you should've been all this time.
Good on ya', guys. You got out. When he's sitting at the Good Spirits, he'll make sure to drink one for each of you guys. Even if one of you might be too young for alcohol. Regardless, it's the only way he can really send you off without saying anything to someone. And Lord knows he's not one to voice any of his unimportant thoughts or emotions.]
((OOC: Replies in the morn'! You can find him walk to or at the bar, or at the Trigun house. Sorry for the lateness of this; I lost track of it after my internet was being crazy awful two days back. :|;;))
Raaaah, not again!
[So it goes. He manages enough priestly swagger to get to the kitchen (why did all of his kidnappings end in something akin to a hangover?), makes something to eat, eats it, and then crawls right back into bed for the next three hours. And then he smokes himself a cigarette—maybe two—and goes out in the usual outfit, sans the jacket. It felt good without one. But before that:]
[Voice]
Apologies to anyone I annoyed while I was miniature. It wasn't my intention when I got taken this time, I swear it; these things just seem to really love happening to me. I think I've got everything in memory now—something about... uhhh, a weird shift turning everything upside down? I distinctly remember an annoying, perverted frog hopping around trying to kiss ladies.
I wonder how many people around here've been turned to kids. A raise of hands?
[Of course, he's also heard a while back that some people had left... And knowing that now, in his adult form, it's like re-living the sinking feeling. Still, he's glad. He'll push aside his own selfishness and be glad for them... even if it sucks to give in and make yourself glaze over all the memories they were involved in.
Ginko, you were the first person he physically met here. You gave him a smoke, and showed him the way back. He never got to repay that, huh? Hughes... You were a pretty good father. Even if you were a complete troll sometimes. Smellerbee, you were a damn good kid; had guts and helped him out when he was in a jam. Derek? You were a weird sort of calm around here, like Ginko was. Wolfwood appreciated that. Sanji.... you're a jerk, for running off like that.
He grins, though, because his sort-of-brother made off to the ocean. And that was good. Even if he'd miss your annoyed looks, it was where you should've been all this time.
Good on ya', guys. You got out. When he's sitting at the Good Spirits, he'll make sure to drink one for each of you guys. Even if one of you might be too young for alcohol. Regardless, it's the only way he can really send you off without saying anything to someone. And Lord knows he's not one to voice any of his unimportant thoughts or emotions.]
((OOC: Replies in the morn'! You can find him walk to or at the bar, or at the Trigun house. Sorry for the lateness of this; I lost track of it after my internet was being crazy awful two days back. :|;;))
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Oh well that's good. And how sweet would you be?
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I don't know... Should I be...
Hm...
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[And she's now moving her hand to stroke his jaw.]
Ooh I missed your whiskers.
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[Shifts a bit and now she's sitting astride your hips.]
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Although maybe you could change out of your clothes.
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Milly, you've been working on your innuendo.
[I AM PROUD.]
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[And she kisses the junction of his neck and shoulder.]
I had to do something while you were gone.
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I'm proud of you, then—you're doing a great job.
[Hope you're ready for getting jumped and kissed >:^|
He shall not waver. You asked for it, baby.]
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[Operation snuggle time is a complete success~ |D
Tackled and ready for action, Darling!]
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