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Nicholas D. Wolfwood had gotten his Christmas shopping done, and was a bit worried that AJ hadn't come back since her 'thing to do' on the other side of the door. It was getting into the 'longer than expected' timeframe and Nick, being who he was, was willing to go to Mexico, armed to the teeth, and kill anyone who dared to get in his way.
You know, except that little thing called Being Dead. That and he wouldn't even know where to begin looking for her.
He also hadn't seen Vash around lately, and he never knew when that blond bumbling crybaby would tumble into the bar. He lit a cigarette and pinched the bridge of his nose.
This holiday was already shaping up to be a disappointment. None of his friends would be here for Christmas.
Bipolar, much? Well, for what it was worth, there's a grumpy ex-priest sitting fireside, still sifting through the catalogs, since he needed a new wardrobe. Teeshirts, jeans and threadbare suits were great and all, but he needed something more.
You know, except that little thing called Being Dead. That and he wouldn't even know where to begin looking for her.
He also hadn't seen Vash around lately, and he never knew when that blond bumbling crybaby would tumble into the bar. He lit a cigarette and pinched the bridge of his nose.
This holiday was already shaping up to be a disappointment. None of his friends would be here for Christmas.
Bipolar, much? Well, for what it was worth, there's a grumpy ex-priest sitting fireside, still sifting through the catalogs, since he needed a new wardrobe. Teeshirts, jeans and threadbare suits were great and all, but he needed something more.