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notabluesbro) wrote2011-11-28 04:30 am
notabluesbro) wrote2011-11-28 04:30 am
30th Confession [Action/Voice]
Sagittarius (End o' November):
• Being unique just means you don't fit in.
• RUN! For gods sake, run!
• Your usually dominant manner is replaced by a coy submissiveness today. Go with it.
• It will rain tomorrow. Guaranteed.
[Action | Monday]
[The good news: he foresaw misery for his week. But then, it really doesn't prepare you for the shit that happens anyway. `_`
Case in point: You can find him running. And he can't stop. He will not stop. If he talks to you? He'll be jogging in place, because he cannot even control himself thanks to this FUCKING HOROSCOPE. And even worse, the running is 24 hours long. That's right, for all of Monday he is running up a storm. Catch him running to the Trigun house with a brown paper bag (probably booze, come on), or find him smoking outside of the bar (hello I'm running in circles), or you can find him running trying to stop himself. That is, he's holding onto a tree branch for dear life while his legs are still moving.
But it gets worse. So much worse. When he finally can get himself to stop one day later, he wakes up next to Milly with a really bad problem. That is... the coy submissiveness comes rolling in. He can't even fight the damn thing. He hops up naked and drags the blanket over him flustered red. Shit shit shit. Y-you're naked and I'm naked and this is just... eeeeeh.
..... This is going to be a bad day. And the sad thing is? He can't even tell just how bad yet. He sneaks downstairs once this whole affair with Milly is done with his gaze focused to the floor. And. Makes some food. And you know what he does? He pets Kuroneko. Like, in a sort of cautious way, with a worried frown. There, there, you crazy cat.]
[Voice | Tuesday]
S-so... [... He itches his nose.] We're... having a shift. I wouldn't be worried about it; it'll go away in a matter of time. They don't keep 'em running for a whole long time.
[No eye contact with the journal, and the voice is considerably low and polite.]
It'll all blow over, don't sweat it... Right? I think so, anyway...
[Action | Monday]
[The good news: he foresaw misery for his week. But then, it really doesn't prepare you for the shit that happens anyway. `_`
Case in point: You can find him running. And he can't stop. He will not stop. If he talks to you? He'll be jogging in place, because he cannot even control himself thanks to this FUCKING HOROSCOPE. And even worse, the running is 24 hours long. That's right, for all of Monday he is running up a storm. Catch him running to the Trigun house with a brown paper bag (probably booze, come on), or find him smoking outside of the bar (hello I'm running in circles), or you can find him running trying to stop himself. That is, he's holding onto a tree branch for dear life while his legs are still moving.
But it gets worse. So much worse. When he finally can get himself to stop one day later, he wakes up next to Milly with a really bad problem. That is... the coy submissiveness comes rolling in. He can't even fight the damn thing. He hops up naked and drags the blanket over him flustered red. Shit shit shit. Y-you're naked and I'm naked and this is just... eeeeeh.
..... This is going to be a bad day. And the sad thing is? He can't even tell just how bad yet. He sneaks downstairs once this whole affair with Milly is done with his gaze focused to the floor. And. Makes some food. And you know what he does? He pets Kuroneko. Like, in a sort of cautious way, with a worried frown. There, there, you crazy cat.]
[Voice | Tuesday]
S-so... [... He itches his nose.] We're... having a shift. I wouldn't be worried about it; it'll go away in a matter of time. They don't keep 'em running for a whole long time.
[No eye contact with the journal, and the voice is considerably low and polite.]
It'll all blow over, don't sweat it... Right? I think so, anyway...