7th Confession [Video/Action]
[It's been a tough week, but Vash and Wolfwood had managed through it... semi-well. Quite frankly, it's fantastic to be free of the costumes and the 'holiday spirit'. Besides, Wolfwood has to show at least 10 percent of his chest in order to feel everything's right in the world. Overall, a wonderful morning of complete uneventfullness. Beautiful!
The video flicks on to show Vash and Wolfwood sitting at the Seventh Heaven, having a simple meal and discussing the ettiquettes of filtering posts-Jesus, that's enough food to kill an elephant, and they're slowly going through it like food-eating pros, despite being crouched over a little screen.]
And then you just-
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And that's all there is too it.
...That's ridiculous. Why can't it just have a 'filter this from people' button?
[Vash is going for a forkful of spaghetti on his plate, but Wolfwood sharply and oh-so-casually cuts him off, taking the food to his fork instead. The spikey-haired man may or may not have grown an angry vein on his forehead while Wolfwood messes with the journal himself]
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Don't ask me, I'm just showing you how it works-
[And cling! Vash intercepts Wolfwood's fork and avenges his spaghetti by taking them potatoes off the priest's plate of food! Wolfwood offers a look that screams 'it's on, you spikey-headed bastard'.]
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[And thus the battle begins, and the journal is shoved off to the side, long forgotten except when hit by a stray elbow. Their forks act as epic swords of food battle, metallic-ly clinging while they fight for what remains on that table. Vash goes for a bread roll-INTERSECTED BY A BUTTERKNIFE!!]
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[And when Wolfwood aims for the last piece of fish, Vash slams his fist onto the edge of the plate and it soars right over into his mouth. You rotten bastard, you!
Now all that remained was... aha, we meet again, wee little sausage. Wolfwood and Vash lock narrowed eyes for a moment before aiming to steal this glorious final piece of victory, and it bounces from fork to fork, getting stabbed, blocked in midair, hit out of each other's hand-!!
Anyone in the place is probably either mortified by this duel to the foody death, or probably wondering how they learned to fight with forks so very well. Whatever the case, this is going on for... a while. Who is the victor?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON TRIGUN, EPISODE WHAT-THE-HELL!!]
[ooc: Both Vash and Wolfwood'll be replying together to any replies, just a warning! XD]
The video flicks on to show Vash and Wolfwood sitting at the Seventh Heaven, having a simple meal and discussing the ettiquettes of filtering posts-Jesus, that's enough food to kill an elephant, and they're slowly going through it like food-eating pros, despite being crouched over a little screen.]
And then you just-
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And that's all there is too it.
...That's ridiculous. Why can't it just have a 'filter this from people' button?
[Vash is going for a forkful of spaghetti on his plate, but Wolfwood sharply and oh-so-casually cuts him off, taking the food to his fork instead. The spikey-haired man may or may not have grown an angry vein on his forehead while Wolfwood messes with the journal himself]
[50.3% Filtered]
Don't ask me, I'm just showing you how it works-
[And cling! Vash intercepts Wolfwood's fork and avenges his spaghetti by taking them potatoes off the priest's plate of food! Wolfwood offers a look that screams 'it's on, you spikey-headed bastard'.]
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[And thus the battle begins, and the journal is shoved off to the side, long forgotten except when hit by a stray elbow. Their forks act as epic swords of food battle, metallic-ly clinging while they fight for what remains on that table. Vash goes for a bread roll-INTERSECTED BY A BUTTERKNIFE!!]
[23% Filtered from dsfkjlgkj by an elbow!!]
[And when Wolfwood aims for the last piece of fish, Vash slams his fist onto the edge of the plate and it soars right over into his mouth. You rotten bastard, you!
Now all that remained was... aha, we meet again, wee little sausage. Wolfwood and Vash lock narrowed eyes for a moment before aiming to steal this glorious final piece of victory, and it bounces from fork to fork, getting stabbed, blocked in midair, hit out of each other's hand-!!
Anyone in the place is probably either mortified by this duel to the foody death, or probably wondering how they learned to fight with forks so very well. Whatever the case, this is going on for... a while. Who is the victor?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON TRIGUN, EPISODE WHAT-THE-HELL!!]
[ooc: Both Vash and Wolfwood'll be replying together to any replies, just a warning! XD]