[Accidental Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[The feed starts as Vash's journal thumps to the ground, the journal looks up at the gunman resting in a hammock. Although he's a bit too lanky for it so his arms and legs dangle off the sides as he snoozes. There's the sounds of tiny mewing as little kittens try to claw their way up and down his arms and legs. There's another snoozing quiet

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TIME FOR ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF DESERT DERP THEATRE! 1/2

[crybabyofdeath]

[Senses came back slowly. He felt something oddly soft and squishy as the kitten's paw pads tapped against his face. This was then followed by the pinprick feeling of tiny kitten claws as they tried to dig in. Then came that distinct feeling that he was in fact, on top of another living being.

Waking up to a face full of kittens was... really unexpected. But oh yeah he... fell on Vash again, didn't he?]

2/2

[crybabyofdeath]

[...

HOLY CRAP HE FELL ON VASH AGAIN KITTENS ARE GOING TO FLY AS HE SCRAMBLES OFF.]

ARE YOU OKAY?!

[goldenglasses]

Aiaiiaiaiaiaa... I think you broke my spine this time. [But despite that he effortlessly catches those kittens before they can fall. Not that they really would have gotten hurt, but he's grown attached to them, okay!?

Although their mother is not happy at all with you right now Livio. Watch out for those claws of hers.]

[crybabyofdeath]

I'm so- AAH!

[CAT ATTACK. A very angry Kuroneko is now latched onto his thigh with her claws very, very dangerously close to a certain area. He is just... gently trying to peel her off while she growls. Growling is generally not very good sign when it comes to cats merely inches away from a low blow. But as much as every instinct is telling him to do so: it just goes against his moral code to just tear her off as quickly as possible and in the process end up unintentionally chucking her at Vash's face.]

[Voice]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Wolfwood's already made the wonderful journey back home a few hours ago, so he doesn't have to deal with things like.... appearing in the fountain. Or falling on top of spikey-headed people. There's a beat as he stares blearily at the journal, contemplating if he should just ignore it.

He really should. It's probably just Vash being at the wrong place at the wrong time, resulting in injury.

Hrmmmmmm.]

What is it this time?

[Honey I'm home and blah blah blah.

He'll try not to mention the sling and the stitches, until he can find a suitable healer. The people who fixed them last time went on home. :|a]

1/2 [Voice]

[goldenglasses]

THIS TIME!? Well, this time it's-

2/2 [Voice]

[goldenglasses]

Wolfwood! You're back!

[Voice]

[not_a_bluesbro]

I'm back, and you're loud as hell, needle noggin.

Don't tell me-judging by the thud, I'll say someone's went and fell on you.

[Again.]

[room for some more action?]

[gunsnpudding]

[Congrats boys, you've woken Milly up, and she looks absolutely exhausted as she comes padding along with enormous bags under her eyes.]

Mmm? What's happening?

[ALWAYS!]

[goldenglasses]

Remember that guy who fell through our roof? He came falling out of the sky again. [No big deal.]

[ |D ]

[gunsnpudding]

[Yawns.]

Maybe we should put up a safety net so that you and Mr. Livio don't hurt each other anymore when it happens next time.

[goldenglasses]

...Milly, you don't really expect me to go walking around with a net over my head everywhere, do you?