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[There's a poof and here is Wolfwood, carrying a greasy brown bag that smells of fresh donuts close to his chest. He looks around quickly, and let's out his breath, shoulders sagging and a troubled expression crossing his face. He dons a tired smile and smooths the front of his decidedly bright apron, graced with a big yellow smiley face.]

Hey needle noggin! You 'round here? [digs out a cigarette but can't light it up yet] Where'd that spikey idiot run off too? I got his dammed donuts, as promised.

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[appears as if by magic!]

Donuts? ... Oh! You did make them!

Yes I made 'em. [starts patting himself down in search for matches] Be grateful I was able to.

Of course I am! You're a great pal for going to the trouble!

[reaches for the bag]

Yeah right. [all but shoves the bag in Vash's general direction and there - matches yay!] Enjoy. [says it in a not so nice way]

[grabs the bag, taking a small step back and frowning faintly]

Wolfwood? ... Is everything okay?

Y'know, it's been a long time since I made anythin' like 'em? [oooh, it wasn't going to be that easy to worm his real feelings out of him, Vash. he lights up, inhales and exhales]

Edited 2008-02-01 08:35 (UTC)

If it was that much of a hassle, you didn't have to do it...

[opens the bag and takes out one of the donuts, eating it in about five seconds flat]

Mmm! This is really good!

They ain't that hard t' make. Jus' need a good stove and pan.

[watches him eat, stuffing his hands in his pockets that made his apron puff out in a funny way]

Glad you like 'em, broomhead.

[eats another two of them while Wolfwood's talking, pausing long enough to smile and offer him one]

By the way, nice apron.

[he blinks at the offer and sighs, taking it but not eating it]

Yeah well... [looks down at the apron] I didn't want t' stain my jacket with grease...

[it sounds lame in his ears]

Edited 2008-02-01 08:56 (UTC)

[amused] You even brought them that fast? Now that's service! [om nom donuts]

Yeah well, knew you'd be wantin' 'em an' I don't have anythin' else to do.

[puffs away watching him]

Don't you even breathe?

[blinks at him, nodding since his mouth is full, then swallows and asks,] So you got kicked out of the kitchen? [because this might be a different Wolfwood, but he's being excessively kind]

[pauses just enough that anyone that really knows him could see the pauses and blows smoke] Why th' hell would I get thrown outta my own kitchen?

[yes he was being kinder than normal but he'll plead being drunk after this]

Oh, it's yours? Where are you staying at, anyway? I thought for sure you'd be at some hotel.

[exhales and gives him a look that's shy of a complete glare and finally chews on his own donut]

I pikced a place - hell, ain't no one 'round that can say I can't do it.

[smiles at him after inhaling another donut. Whoops, the bag is half gone already] That's not bad at all. I wonder if your Karkassas looks anything like mine... do you like it there so far?

You're gonna get fat eatin' 'em like that. [yes, he's gonna be an ass about it, this is Wolfwood after all] Dunno. Did yours have a fire fight 'tween two heavily armed men that included a fire or three?

Edited 2008-02-02 03:53 (UTC)

[snorts, shaking his head] I do this all the time and it hasn't happened yet.

[he starts frowning faintly at mention of the firefight, though] No... there's been a few problems but it's mostly been peaceful.

Must be all that runnin' 'round screamin' you do. [gets out another cigarette and lits it from his first one]

They cleaned up most o' th' damage but there's a couple places they hadn't got to yet. Th' well's more important t' keep open anyhow.

Hey, I don't scream! ...

[speaking in between bites of the next donut] Hmmm, the well being there is the same, if it's the same one. Is it Johansen that's the mayor in your town?

You do too! Sounds like a girl the way you run off screamin' an' runnin' into things.

Johansen? Nah, he runs the saloon. Monrole's th' mayor. Been tryin' t' hook me for the preacher.

Since when do I sound like a girl?! [huffs, starting to get faintly annoyed]

The same people with different jobs? I guess it could be weirder.

Since the last time you were off screamin'. [gives him a look that says a-ha gotcha!]

Do you got a Missy in your town?

[...frowns at him, then digs out another donut]

I remember her. Sort of shoulder-length red hair and big green eyes, right?