Give a devil a cup of coffee...
Who: Switzerland and Temper Vale
What: Talking
When: One of those evenings
Where: Switzerland's partially build home
Warnings: PG-13 for potentially disturbing discussion topics
Status: [In Progress]
How does one go about preparing oneself for a meeting with one of the puppetmasters of this city? It's an absurd thought, really, like a rug taking to the person who wipes the mud from his feet on it...
Vash sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. This was something he wanted, something he'd been trying to get since he arrived in the city almost two months ago: an audition with one of those responsible for bringing him here. So why was he-- not afraid, not exactly, but...
Well, he had made sure Liechtenstein was out of the house and the rest of his friends wouldn't be around helping with further construction. If something went wrong-- well, he wouldn't let them get hurt because of his mistake. Nothing left to do, then, but wait outside for Temper. He leaned against the empty door frame, mentally reminding himself to talk to someone about completing the front door tomorrow.
What: Talking
When: One of those evenings
Where: Switzerland's partially build home
Warnings: PG-13 for potentially disturbing discussion topics
Status: [In Progress]
How does one go about preparing oneself for a meeting with one of the puppetmasters of this city? It's an absurd thought, really, like a rug taking to the person who wipes the mud from his feet on it...
Vash sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. This was something he wanted, something he'd been trying to get since he arrived in the city almost two months ago: an audition with one of those responsible for bringing him here. So why was he-- not afraid, not exactly, but...
Well, he had made sure Liechtenstein was out of the house and the rest of his friends wouldn't be around helping with further construction. If something went wrong-- well, he wouldn't let them get hurt because of his mistake. Nothing left to do, then, but wait outside for Temper. He leaned against the empty door frame, mentally reminding himself to talk to someone about completing the front door tomorrow.