Who: Vash (
goldenglasses), Rogue (
touchofrogue), and a random troll named Wolfwood (
not_a_bluesbro )
When: Saturday, November 20th
Where: Vash’s bedroom. >D
Summary: During his morning meditation, Vash has a crash-in visitor and a nice little coma nap.
Rating: PG, come on people! They’re all wearing clothes!
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Vash meditates diligently every morning. He quits when mutants fall from the sky on top of him. )
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...but she's not usually wearing so little in them. And he certainly doesn't feel like a dream. "What the-- careful, don't--"
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“Are you alright, miss?” His knees after all not being the most comfortable thing to land on. He reaches out with his ungloved hand to touch her shoulder to help her sit up. Of course, this turns out to be a rather bad move.
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A) This wasn't a dream
B) Something was seriously wrong
Because her powers had never felt this sluggish. Each image was distinct and the more she absorbed, the more she realized - that 'A' was an understatement along the lines of 'Unleashing Apocalypse is No Big Deal.'
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Wolfwood yelling at their cat and only being scratched for his pains.
Vash, stuck napping upside down in a tree.
Eating free donuts.
Eating a quiet dinner with Meryl.
Meryl kissing him.
Eating free donuts.
A nerf gun fight in the plaza.
Rem. Images of a beautiful woman, with long black hair. Her singing and laughing happily ( ... )
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"Where is my coat, needle noggin."
He already knows where it is, and it's more like a statement than a question, but he presents it nonetheless for the idiot to dispute his case. Which he'll clearly fail at.
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Sure, he figures Vash is being entirely honest right now, but he can still poke fun at his easily-trolled demeanor.
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