22nd Confession [Action/Voice]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[For the past two nights, Wolfwood'd been dreaming some pretty odd things. The first night consisted of... giant robot spiders... and-Vash, what the hell are you doing in his dreams? And why are we storming a place full of bandits? And his sister, he dreamed of her as well... He's never had such vivid images pass his vision before. Not just vivid,

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[ action ] ...oh yeah, this one should probably pop up idek

[notaboy_gtfo]

[ Smellerbee doesn't put much into dreams, really, because they're no big deal as far as she's concerned. People have bad ones, people have good ones, half the time she doesn't even remember them.

But she remembers these (fire and the dark and painting her face and the same armor she woke up next to a few days ago, it doesn't even make any sense). She joined however many other villagers in spending half the night painfully aware of just how well she could remember them. And the risk of repeating some of the things included in that just isn't worth trying to fall asleep again before the night's out.

So beautiful morning we have here today, Dad.

Whenever it is that she drags herself out of her room, her mood will probably reflect as much. :| ]

Re: [ action ] s-so. many. tags.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Yeah, dad's good at catching that. He casually motions her over, having a plate of breakfast sitting at the table. With an offer of coffee. Hey, like it or not, it'd keep you up longer.]

How bad have they gotten?

[ action ] I think that I need to start writing my will x_x

[notaboy_gtfo]

[ Coffee, yes. It's nasty as hell, but she knows what it's around for. Breakfast, eh. Maybe in a minute. For now it makes for awesome vacant-staring and poking at. ]

Not better.

[ Details are for people who are awake and generally okay with being vulnerable. ] How about yours?

Re: [ action ] 3:^| /grabs the pen

[not_a_bluesbro]

.... Not better.

[He shakes his head with a sigh, sitting down with the same sort of thoughtless thoughtfulness she'd employed. It was hard to keep thinking when it was all you were doing for two nights and two groggy mornings.]