9th Confession [Action/Voice]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Morning time.

Wolfwood just wanted to check out the snow, so he's hanging out around the usual hustle and bustle areas to see people building snow men and hitting others in snow fights. Interesting-he'll have to get Vash in the face with a snowball when he gets the chance... Now, it doesn't take long for him to notice things aren't normal: this is

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[goldenglasses]

[Hey there, currently not his BFF in his mind. Interesting thought you have there. Vash is sitting on the couch cleaning his weapon by the time you get home without a trace of the typical goofy grin that's should be on his face.]

Mind reading, again? Those morons must be running out of new ideas.

[not_a_bluesbro]

......

[That is most definitely not normal.]

What's your problem?

[He wonders if it has to do with this event-because, quite frankly, it doesn't seem limited to just thought bubbles. If that were the case, they were in for so much crap.]

[goldenglasses]

I already had to deal with that mind reading shit once. Do you really think I'm looking forward to it again? [Jeez, should he really have to explain that one? Humans are so stupid.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

(...Great. They must've messed with his head.)

Someone dropped you on your skull today, spikey. Maybe you should go sleep it off in your room. With the door locked.

(While I nail the door shut again.)

[goldenglasses]

They haven't done anything to my head and stay away from my door.

[not_a_bluesbro]

...What do you think of love and peace, then?

[Waiting for iiiit-]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash pauses. It almost feels like there's something he should say here. Something he should do. No, that's stupid.] What am I suppose to think Wolfwood? Yeah, it's nice, who doesn't want love and peace? [Now, ask him that daily, you'll have fun watching how he grows more annoyed with that question each day.] Sadly, it's a little hard to find when those jerks decide to mess with us. [With that he puts part of his gun back together with a quick snap.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Like they're messing with you now, he wants to say, and that very well might have popped up in his thought bubble as well. But he crosses his arms, gives the gun in the man's hand a sharp squint, and finally sighs.]

This is going to be a long week.

[Of course, Wolfwood doesn't know the half of it.

Literally.]

Just... try not to piss anyone off.

[Because he can't really get ticked off directly at Vash, could he?]

*edits for a comma HA!*

[goldenglasses]

[Vash can't help but to raise his eyebrow at that.] Isn't that my line? You're the one with the short temper.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Hey, I don't have a short temper unless you're the one causing me grief.

[goldenglasses]

Uuuhhh-huh. [Yeah, this would be his: You believe that crap you're feeding yourself face.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

It's true! Before I met you, my blood pressure was way lower.

[goldenglasses]

Well of course you'd be more nervous around someone like me. Any human would.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[What.

What.

This is just wonderful. He can't help but facepalm, because he knows this is a little more complicated than he was thinking. If he goes around spouting off a superiority complex-well, he's pretty sure Vash hasn't told many about what he is.]

Don't be such an idiot.

[goldenglasses]

I am not an idiot.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[He's not scared of you, Vash. And his stare is hard.]

Then be careful what you say. Because some things I won't be able to cover your ass about.