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Big deal. Th' stars ain't no different back home 'cept they're closer here. An' you don't see the colors much but that's from being on the ground and the sky's too far from the ground. I guess there's a point to 'em, but I don' see it. I'm not into that romance stuff like Missy is t' see anythin' here.

So this part of th' machine, right? Th' reason why I got dragged back? Not that I'm complainin' 'bout that, I jus' gotta know, alright? So I'm not feelin' like ditchin' this place for somethin' a lot more entertaining than a bunch of stars. I've got things to do and people to get in touch with. I can't be messing 'round here all th' time.

[sucks in his breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets]

Right. So how th' hell do I get back?

[ooc; And say hi to the wolfwood, he won't bite ~~unless you're vash but that's another story~~. Also he won't know anyone so confusion ftw? I'll be poofing off soonish and will answer tags after work.]

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It'd be no use, anyway. It'd burn up before it hit.

You jus' like spoilin' all my fun.

It's not my fault your version of fun is shooting things.

I've got other things I do for fun!

Oh yeah? Name a few! The view here might be nice, but it gets kinda boring.

Uhhh... [eyes the bottle of whiskey] drinking? Sex? [glances at Vash, getting all fuming] Like it's any o' your business!

[stares blankly at him for all of two seconds ... before bursting out laughing]

[stares at Vash and sighes - yes he walked into that one - and promptly pours the rest of his whiskey over Vash's head] Shaddup!

HEY! [now some of his spikes are damp enough to be drooping, not to mention the strong smell of alcohol] What was that for?!

[starts wiping away what of it drips into his face and down to his neck] It was just the way you said it!

Because you piss me off! [was not going to even THINK what he was thinking there right before dumping his drink over Vash's hair]

Quit your whinin'. I could've hit you instead.

Edited 2008-01-31 07:57 (UTC)

So instead you dump your drink on me? Now I smell like a bar! [yeah, he's whining, but it's Wolfwood's fault!]

You could've said you played cards, or listened to the radio, or anything else!

It wouldn't be the first time, moron!

[yes this was just a bit better, arguing over something that didn't matter instead of addressing the real issue]

Who doesn't play cards?

Edited 2008-01-31 08:10 (UTC)

[sorry, is convinced Wolfwood had no decent hobbies now]

This time, I didn't choose to smell like a bar. That's a big difference.

[shakes his head and reaches for the bottle]

[at least he doesn't go running about yelling 'love and peace' and let's himself get beaten up just because someone would be saved]

Like hell there is.

[eyes him]

[pours himself another glass, since Wolfwood obviously can't be trusted with the whiskey]

This is why you need a real hobby. It'd relieve some of your stress! ... Have you ever considered baking? [hey, it's worth a shot]

[is now mouring his empty glass and eyeing Vash's grip on the bottle]

Shooting things relieves my stress! An' it ain't like I haven't baked before.

You need a non-violent way of doing it.

[perks up at hearing that] Really?

[grumble, mumbles and snatches away the whiskey bottle - HAHA]

I like my violent ways.

[snorts] Really. What th' hell, broomhead, I've cooked for us lots o' times.

I'm sure lots of other people aren't too fond of it.

[noooo not the whiskey! Oh well, he starts nursing his own drink now.]

And you know, baking's a little different than making do with whatever we've got on the road.

That's their problem then.

[hahahah it's all his now!]

Are you tryin' t' get me t' make you somethin'?

[smiling widely] ... It'd be nice!

[it takes a few seconds before he realizes that Vash talked him into making something]

...Pointy haired bastard. Fine.

[he's grinning now, victory!]

Great! You should already know how I like my donuts.

[honestly, the twitch that ends up his hand slapping the top of Vash's head was a reflex. Really!]

You an' your dammed donuts an' your stupid-- [poofs. taking the bottle of whiskey with him]

OW! Hey! ...

... He didn't have to take all of it.

[shrugs, finishing off the last of his drink before wandering off]

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