30th Confession [Action/Voice]

[notabluesbro]

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...

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, you'd like me to still think that wouldn't you?! That you never did like my hair!

[notabluesbro]

[A-aha... He looks to the side, frowning.]

Well, it does kinda look like a broom.

[SORRY MAN IT'S NOT HIS TYPE OF LOOK OKAY

DEAL W/ IT]

[goldenglasses]

What's that?! Some kind of code word or something?

[notabluesbro]

........ Wuh...

Why would broom be a code word...?

[goldenglasses]

I don't know! You two use it enough to mean SOMETHING!



Maybe I should just shave it...

[notabluesbro]

Shave your head??

[processing the imagine...

processing...

FUCK IT LOOKS HIDEOUS ON YOU.]

Th-that sounds like an awful idea!

[goldenglasses]

Yeah! You would think that wouldn't you! Cut you off here on your own!

[notabluesbro]

... No offense, but...

You'd look hideous if you were bald.

[goldenglasses]

Hmm... yeah, I guess I would... [And Rem really liked his hair like this. It made him look like Ale-] DON'T TRY TO DISTRACT ME!

[notabluesbro]

I'm not, I'm not!! [D8] I'm just saying!

[goldenglasses]

YEAH! You're just saying you don't want to be cut off from your mastermind!

[notabluesbro]

How can hair be a mastermind?? How does it even talk?? It's just HAIR!

[goldenglasses]

YEAH! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT ME TO THINK!

[notabluesbro]

[sdfsdfh

FACEPALM]

What the hell is going on around here.

[goldenglasses]

I don't know, but trust me, Wolfwood. I'll figure out what your plan is eventually.

[notabluesbro]

... I-if you say so. Good luck with that.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash glares. He's watching you preacher. Pulling his top hat down closer over his head he slowly walks out of the room. Not taking his eyes off Wolfwood as he goes.

Maybe if he tried aluminum foil.]