Nicholas D. Wolfwood

[It's been a fairly normal time in the Trigun apartmenthold. They were planning on moving soon thanks to Vash scouting out a new abode from Sanji, and then they had a new lady in the group, to boot. That meant until the move, Vash was probably on a spare matress in his room. Siiigh. So much for keeping a room to himself, he pines as he opens his closet door; how is he and Milly supposed to—

NYEOW.

Oh. A familiar noise. Wolfwood looks down at the floor of his closet, stares... stares... and then...

quietly shuts the door.]

Holy shit.

[Voice]

Say. Just wondering, how many kittens should a cat have? Because I think we overstepped the normal count. Yeah, needlenoggin: when I said we needed her spaded? This is a pretty good reason why.

[Is that the sound of kittens in the background? Perhaps.]

Damn, and I really liked that jacket, too.

[Don't mind him, household, he's just got his torso half-in the closet like a goober, monitoring the situation for these youngins. Not that he cares, or anything. They don't even have their eyes open yet, but at least they're all in good shape... :|a]


((ooc: replies in the morn'. Err. Later morn'. 8|))