[Voice] Backdated to EARLY morning. Mun doesn't do early on Saturday!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash's eyes shot open early in the morning. He had been having such an awful dream about Legato and there was gunfire and then Wolfwood was there. Wolfwood, had... he had...

That's not how that reoccurring nightmare tends to go.

It had been a nightmare, right?

Right?

Vash's journal falls to the floor as he bangs into his desk trying to grab it. His face is ash white as he picks it up and shouts into it.]

What day is it!?

[And after finding out what he did was not, in fact, a dream, Vash will be running for the bathroom and actually being sick over the very idea of it all. It's sometime after that, that he finally filters everything away from Legato and make one more statement.]

[Filtered to Legato // 90% Unhackable]

Legato, are you alright? [You're still alive right? Oh, for once, please answer this. He'll never forgive himself if he finds out you bleed out after they ditched you at the clinic.] I'm... I'm sorry.

Comments

[*wibble face*]

[goldenglasses]

For stopping me. [Again.] From doing something I'd regret later. [Again.]

[KICKS]

[notabluesbro]

Yeah... well.

[He rolls back over sighing.]

That's what friends are for, right?

[Because even worse—even if Wolfwood hadn't been affected, he still would have stopped you. And probably even saved that fucker. That's probably why this is even more frustrating.

... But he is glad he stopped you, anyway.]

[OW! You meanie head!]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, right.

[He almost wants to ask if saving someone's life was really that bad, but then thinks better of it. Turning to go with a wave.]

I'll let the girls know you're not feeling very well. Maybe Milly will make you some soup.

[:-)]

[notabluesbro]

Hn.

[He sweeps his foot and pulls away part of the sheet near the end of the bed, showing Kuroneko curled into a ball by one of his legs, with one nail-filled paw clamped on his leg.]

I think the cat's pregnant.

[Haven't you noticed my sudden dip in feline abuse. :|]

[*IGNORES YOU NOW*]

[goldenglasses]

[Aw, that's so cute!] Ah, yeah, I think I might have discovered the father. It's been suggested we take her to Dr. McCoy to be sure.

[WHATEVER]

[notabluesbro]

Sounds like a good idea.



...


And then we can get her fixed. I don't want the entire town overtaken with cats in a few years, after all.

[B|]

[WHATEVER]

[goldenglasses]

Fixed!? [But that sounds so cruel and mean!]

Re: [WHATEVER]

[notabluesbro]

Well, yeah. If we don't the entire place'll be overrun by cats in no time.

[WHATEVER]

[goldenglasses]

But there's no vet here. McCoy's a human doctor! [Don't take away his kitty's ability to make life!]

Re: [WHATEVER]

[notabluesbro]

Vash. We're not having a million little furballs running around here. It'd probably ruin the forest anyway; do you know how many animals those cats'll kill, if we don't?

[WHATEVER]

[goldenglasses]

Hmmmm...

Re: [WHATEVER]

[notabluesbro]

'Hmmmm' what? Don't make me treat you like a kid who drags in new animals.

[goldenglasses]

It just sounds so mean and painful!

[notabluesbro]

We'll drug 'em. It'll be fine.

[goldenglasses]

It still doesn't feel right. [:( What if he wants more kitties someday!?]

[notabluesbro]

[SIIIIGH

He rolls over back into the safety of his covers.]

Whatever you want, spikey. Just don't blame me if we're overrun.

[goldenglasses]

Maybe we could keep a better eye on her! ...somehow...

[notabluesbro]

Fine. It's your new official job in Luceti—congrats.

[goldenglasses]

But she likes you so much better!

So good luck with that! Oh! It smells like breakfast is ready! So see you later!

[notabluesbro]

You're really going to leave me in charge of her, knowing I'll run her down to the doc's for a snipping? Fine by me.

[goldenglasses]

[Stopping now!] That's not fair!

[notabluesbro]

You don't get everything, spikey. Pick and choose: save the cat from my evil priestly ways, or snip-snip.

[goldenglasses]

Fine, fine. I'll watch the cat. [Sometimes.]