Two Hundred and Fifty-Eigth Arrow
[voice post]
[-scrrrrch goes on the audio, followed be the snickering of Meryl Stryfe] Ah--hahaha, whoops, sorry, Doumeki! Ah... this is a bit heavy--
It's fine---[slightly heavier footsteps, a larger body, following] Why don't you hand me one of those?
No, nonsense! I've got it~ [an oven opens with a loud clank, and she sighs out] Hot! [followed by the sound of... a pan clattering and a bottle breaking with an echo, because they went into the OVEN] ...ah...
....that's not goo--[a thick pause--a 'fwoomp', slightly like the sound of a flame]
[gasps] ... [and then a larger FWOOMP sounds starts, followed by the creaking of the above stove plates] Oh my God... he's going to have to get another
stove! WHERE'S THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER? Oh god, what am I saying--it's Vash's apartment, he wouldn't--
[oddly enough, the male half of the voices sounds strangely calm.] Stay back--grab some towels, I'll try and find the fire estinguisher.
Oh God... I am NOT paying for this! [and surprisingly enough, compliant footsteps as she actually does what the male voice says]
[there's what might be a muttered curse, and then lots of clanging of pots and other things in order to find the fire extinguishers---which it seems to be a successful search as the footsteps return and the sound of a fire extinguishers goes off for a good minute or two before it slows and stops...and the only sound is a sizzle for a moment]....Vash isn't going to like this.
[ooc: Meryl + Doumeki + Vodka + stove = notsogood]
[-scrrrrch goes on the audio, followed be the snickering of Meryl Stryfe] Ah--hahaha, whoops, sorry, Doumeki! Ah... this is a bit heavy--
It's fine---[slightly heavier footsteps, a larger body, following] Why don't you hand me one of those?
No, nonsense! I've got it~ [an oven opens with a loud clank, and she sighs out] Hot! [followed by the sound of... a pan clattering and a bottle breaking with an echo, because they went into the OVEN] ...ah...
....that's not goo--[a thick pause--a 'fwoomp', slightly like the sound of a flame]
[gasps] ... [and then a larger FWOOMP sounds starts, followed by the creaking of the above stove plates] Oh my God... he's going to have to get another
stove! WHERE'S THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER? Oh god, what am I saying--it's Vash's apartment, he wouldn't--
[oddly enough, the male half of the voices sounds strangely calm.] Stay back--grab some towels, I'll try and find the fire estinguisher.
Oh God... I am NOT paying for this! [and surprisingly enough, compliant footsteps as she actually does what the male voice says]
[there's what might be a muttered curse, and then lots of clanging of pots and other things in order to find the fire extinguishers---which it seems to be a successful search as the footsteps return and the sound of a fire extinguishers goes off for a good minute or two before it slows and stops...and the only sound is a sizzle for a moment]....Vash isn't going to like this.
[ooc: Meryl + Doumeki + Vodka + stove = notsogood]