21st Confession [Action/Written]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Action]

[Well, it's at least relatively calm despite that shitty shift earlier. Which means he can go right back to helping with decorating the Great One Church for the festivities. If you guys wanna stop in and wish to the altar for the usual Great One blessings (there's always that fesitval traffic flood, around this time, man), come on in!

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[nowordsrequired]

[What about future son-in-laws? 8|a]

[not_a_bluesbro]

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knock, knock~♥]

LMAO Why is that icon so fitting

[nowordsrequired]

[Having just gotten back to his apartment after a long day of work, Longshot was just getting ready to settle down and make some dinner when he hears the door.

Gee, now who could that be? He leaves the soup he was making to simmer while he goes to answer the door.

...Blink. Is it too late to shut it?]

Because it sums up his relationship with Longshot, really.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[AHAHAHA, no~! Not if you're planning to stay with his daughter, anyway. He goes in for a spirited pat on the shoulder. A nice manly one that sounds off a TUMP TUMP. :D]

Looongshot, it's great to see you're here! Finally got all of my daughter's things moved back where they belong?

[Because you know, nothing better than having the head preacher in town remind you that he may be the one to wed you to his little tomboy angel.]

And this would be why he was worried before. XD

[nowordsrequired]

[...ow. He gives a nod, though - he helped her move her things right after they met for breakfast together.

AND DON'T THINK HE HASN'T THOUGHT OF THAT.

Recovering from manly shoulder pat, Longshot points at Wolfwood with a somewhat questioning expression. Is there something he can help you with?]

He should always look over his shoulder. Always.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Don't worry, I'm learning how to speak your language, you weird quiet kid.]

What, can't your future father-in-law visit every once in a while?

[I used to help watch you, probably, if you were in the orphanage. Gooood tiiimes.

also, /troll griiiin]

Or am I not allowed around?

[Because we probably need a nice talk and stuff.]

He will from now on 8|. ALSO. I AM LATE. D:

[nowordsrequired]

[He tilts his head, buuuut. Gradually opens the door a little wider. No, no, you're allowed around. He'll even go and get a pen and paper and stuff - you might be learning to read him better, but actual communication is good too.]

OMG SO LATE I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

[not_a_bluesbro]

[He strolls in happily, eying the room.]

Hmmm, this is a nice place you have. I suppose Bee'll be moving in sooner or later, right?

[TROLOLOLOL]

I DON'T GET A DEMERIT, DO I?

[nowordsrequired]

[He nods, shutting the door. Gotta keep the poker face up, Longshot. Nothing to be scared of, right? That's what married couples do, after all. And if Wolfwood is just inspecting, the place is clean, if a bit bare, and nothing smells terrible-

Smells. Whoops. He'd better take care of that soup before it starts to boil. He raises a finger as if to say 'one second', then makes a dash for the kitchen to turn the stove off.]

WELL. MAYBE. POSSIBLY.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Mm? [Oh, right, you go do that! He'll cast a few looks around the place. Not bad... Smellerbee was never a materialistic kid, anyway.] Aaaah, are you a decent cook, Longshot? I'm not sure how well 'Bee is at it, herself...

...what if I cried. ;;

[nowordsrequired]

[With the stove turned off, Longshot comes back into the room, picking up a notepad and a pen on his way.]

Good enough, I think.

[Before he wound up in Luceti and during his brief stay in the orphanage, he had to cook for himself for a few years. Nothing gourmet, but he finds it tasty enough.]

... fine geez B(

[not_a_bluesbro]

[He grins a little at the note.]

You could always ask my brother for cooking lessons-hey! Maybe you and 'Bee can take a few lessons together! It'll be the perfect honeymoon.