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, well? Does it help your submissive feelings when you come down to make food that a wanted criminal stops practically in mid-chew of his eggs to glare at you?

You're up to something. He just knows it. You're in league with his hair; aren't you!? The hair he has confined under his top hat.]

(ooc: And just for your fun. Vash's:
-Your hair is plotting against you again.
-The priest is lying about what happened
-Chewing gum will save your life this week.
-Just go sleep on the couch tonight. You don't want to know why)

[notabluesbro]

W... What's with the look?

[shrinking down now. seriously bro wtf.]

....

Why are you wearing a top hat?

voice - Tuesday

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

What if it's right though?

[Ceodore's predictions all poked hard at his inferiority issues and except for the issue of his hair conspiring against him, they all are wearing him down fretting they're true.]

Tuesday morning

[stungunning]

[And shy though he might be feeling at the moment, Milly has no such compunctions. The shifting of the blanket and sudden onset of 'ooh! cold!' is enough to wake her up.]

Mmmm...

[Having previously been lying with her face smooshed into her pillow, she rolls over and grapples blindly for the duvet, or better yet-

She lies flat on her back and stretches a full body stretch, arching up and then rubbing her eyes with a moan. She blinks sleepily and wonders dazedly where the warm went, then she catches sight of her duvet all bundled up around a pink cheeked Wolfwood. She smiles sleepily then rolls towards him, flinging an arm out to grope for him or the blankets.]

Mmmm cold. C'merenwarmeup~

voice;

[molinet.livejournal.com]

Right. All this bullshit is ridiculous. [in slight denial]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash snorts.] What's wrong with wearing a top hat? I'm surprise you don't know. Or are you just trying to trick me again? I bet you are in league with it, aren't you? [Just like with Knives. He's not falling for it this time!]

[voice]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[...that didn't sound good. She keeps her voice as reassuring as possible]

Of course it will. These never last for too long.

[a beat]...you feeling okay?

[notabluesbro]

.... What are you talking about?

In league with what??

voice - Tuesday

[notabluesbro]

If it's... right?

[3:^[ What does that mean oh god]

voice;

[notabluesbro]

Do you have to use language like that?

[How embarrassing /)_(\

He sees no irony in this.]

What'd they, uh... do to you?

[voice]

[notabluesbro]

I don't know... I think they messed with me a little...

[*///*]

B-but I'm sure it'll fix itself soon... They just like to pick on me.

[voice]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

I...think they might have. [he didn't sound like himself at all.]

You aren't hurt, are you?

Tuesday morning

[notabluesbro]

W-wait—

[sdfkdsjflksjd AAAAH t-touching meeeee *A*]

This is kind of...

[Embarrassing... g-gulp]

I mean—uh, we should get some clothes on, huh? It's cold...

[Wolfwood asking them to put on clothes? TOTALLY NORMAL.]

[voice]

[notabluesbro]

Naah, I'm not hurt! I'm pretty tired, though. [Even more sheepishly:] Yesterday I couldn't get myself to stop running for hours...

[voice]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Not hurt is good.

[....] Honestly, I'm not sure what's going on, this time. Usually there's some sort of pattern, but it's seemed a bit...all over the board, this time.

Re: Tuesday morning

[stungunning]

[Oh ho ho, are we playing hard to get, Mr. Wolfwood?

Well now.

She'll just be tugging at the blankets now.]

Mmm... that's why you should come back here and we can warm each other up.

[Tug]

And clothes would just get in the way.

[action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[Amelia doesn't have a clue about what Wolfwood posts on Tuesday. Do you know why, Wolfwood? Amelia's journal is lost. Lost, Wolfwood. And you know what else?

She knows you had something to do with it.

Which is why she's eying him with as much suspicions as she'd give any man when she runs into him that afternoon. Wolfwood might want to be thankful that her gun's missing too, because Amelia wouldn't hesitate to question him with it.

As it stands, she'll just make her way over to him, giving him a glare that could probably burn a hole into most walls.]

You.

voice - Tuesday

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

All those predictions. It can't just be a Shift, can it?

[goldenglasses]

Like you don't already know! Trying to get on my good side again are you? Well, I'm not falling for it this time!

voice;

[molinet.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [Yet. All of you people getting your predictions to come true though? Might be making him slightly nervous about a prediction or two...]

[notabluesbro]

I-I really don't know what you're talking about...

[Avoiding eye contact, because you're kind of making me all nervous here. /)_(\]

voice - Tuesday

[notabluesbro]

I... don't know. I think they're just some weird shift! Just to freak us out a little! You know how they are... [This nervous preacher just wants to curl up in the corner and wait for this to all blow over, personally. :|]

Tuesday morning

[notabluesbro]

[CHERRY RED. MY GOD.

...

Tugging back away :|. Also, I cannot look at you, because you are naked and I am naked under these blankets and man is that making him all self-conscious.]

No, I mean!! I can give you the blanket! Just let me—find some underwear...

voice;

[notabluesbro]

Oh. Then you're worried they'll get you next, huh?

Re: [voice]

[notabluesbro]

It... definitely is. I really can't figure out their pattern.

...

Well. Except for the weird... horoscope thing in the journals.