[Accidental Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[This early morning the journals are treated to a sight, although it's not exactly a good sight. It's Vash standing in front of the mirror in his room inspecting his wings. Those who know Vash may or not be shocked by his horrible looking scars, as he stands wearing nothing but his pajama pants, but there is something different about him this morning. And it just might be-

A CAT'S FACE!

No, that's just a nearly grown Donut pawing lightly at the page of the journal. Eventually the young cat gets bored and jumps down to go rub himself up against Vash's leg. Vash, however, is far too busy inspecting the new bottom row of red feathers he's seemed to have gotten overnight to notice.]

Huh, that's different. I wonder if it will stay like that.

[Hm? Owner not paying attention to you when hungry? Donut does what his momma taught him. He reaches up and digs his claws into Vash's leg.]

OWWWWWWW! OW! ACK! STOP! STOP!

[He'll only notice that his journal is open when someone tries to get his attention or when he heads out for the day. For those that would like to run into Vash today he'll be headed out from House 5 and wandering the woods most of the day. He's out looking for Wolfwood, Milly, and any New Feathers who may be lost out there. He will take a break at some point in the day for some lunch at Seventh Heaven so can be found around the square then.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't mind holding, as he's having his own issues. Donut does not want to let go of that journal. He digs his teeth and claws into it and is hauled up with the book as Vash attempts a rescue.]

Aw, come on, Donut! You're going to hurt your teeth! [He craddles the cat's back end before the pages rip out and Donut goes falling. A quick run down to the kitchen to pour the little terror some cat food and Donut is at least distracted. Vash leaves the young cat to his meal as he ducks back into his room to inspect the journal.]

Oh man, these pages are ripped to shreds! I hope this thing still works...

[deathsdoctor]

It works. I hear you.

[Said as Sumire sulked up at him and then stuck her head in her food dish. Jerk. Keeping her away from her bro.

NO KITTY CUDDLES FOR YOU TONIGHT.]

[goldenglasses]

Well that's good. I'm not sure who I'd get to fix something like this.

[deathsdoctor]

... the journals eventually repair themselves, anyway, so it's just a matter of waiting before the damage disappears. [As he learned his first day in Luceti.]

[goldenglasses]

That's true. Still, I really should probably teach him that it's not a toy.

[deathsdoctor]

He's done this before?

[goldenglasses]

A couple times. He likes to play with books and open them. I just usually catch him faster when he does that. Not sure how he got that brick off...

[deathsdoctor]

[... WELP. Maybe he should forgo the brick method of keeping his own journal shut then, and go straight to...]

... have you thought about locking it in a drawer?

[goldenglasses]

Hmm, maybe that would work. But I'd need to add a lock to my drawer.

[deathsdoctor]

[Mild.] There are people around that could do that for you.

[Which is handy. You know, given the journals' tendency to record at the absolute wrong moment.]

[goldenglasses]

Hm, maybe I'll have to look into that. [Kuroneko doesn't seem to like it though. As momma kitty suddenly climbs her way up Vash's back to his shoulder.] ITITITITITI! That HURTS when you use your claws like that!

Nyeow!

[deathsdoctor]

I think you---

[...

...

... what is your luck, Mister Vash?]

... better feed that one too.

[goldenglasses]

I don't think she's hungry. Just wanted a place to sleep. [His luck is living with two cats that share Kuroneko's blood.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Yeah, swinging back towards amusement.]

And let me guess, your shoulder is her favorite perch?

[goldenglasses]

One of her many ones.

[deathsdoctor]

And she can't be persuaded to find a new one? Maybe tempting her off with a treat?

[goldenglasses]

Well, once she's up there it's not so bad. [He reaches up and gives her head a scuffle. Not that Kuroneko really likes that so she swats at his hand for his effort.] It's the getting up that hurts.

[deathsdoctor]

In that case, I'd invest in some padding under there. [...] Or armor.

[goldenglasses]

Not a bad idea, at least for winter.