nicholas d. wolfwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asipofbride) wrote2023-11-24 11:13 am
asipofbride) wrote2023-11-24 11:13 am
[sermon 6] oh the weather outside is frightful
WHO: Wolfwood, Vash, and you!
WHERE: the network
WHEN: the end of November
WHAT: sometimes God isn't done making your life a real, real gas and you, just a little guy, have to contend with wet shit falling from the sky and the dropping temperature, but not like, nighttime dropping temperature. you own two shirts, two pair of pants, a cheap pair of shoes, and so many sunglasses. help.
WARNINGS: Wolfwood's mouth, nothing else that I can foresee?
so i know ya'll said that it was about to get a lot colder, but you coulda been more specific about how much colder it's gonna get. spikey walks around wearing all the blankets we got and i'm wearin' all the clothes i own and it's startin' to not do much. is it gonna get colder than this?
also what is that white shit? did ya'll blow something up and forget to tell me? it's like sand and ash had a shitty baby that makes me sprout hair when it touches my skin.
and uh
if anybody's got a lead for any odd jobs or part time work, we're down an income at the cottage so me and the beanpole would appreciate any tips. stuff more regular than the uh. quest board. stuff. i dunno if i can bonestorm for another week if shit goes sideways without there bein' casualties.
What in the world did you sign us up for, needlenoggin?
[ it sounds affectionate, at least; Wolfwood's not the most comfortable person with small animals or the elderly, but he's in a good enough mood that nothing's on fire and nobody's trying to make things be on fire. probably? some of the old biddies have a look in their eye, and Wolfwood knows he's amongst fellow monsters--but if they don't pull guns, it'd be weak of him to pull his first, so he keeps his hands in his pockets as he follows Vash to their assigned table.
at least the little weird dogs from the other other world are having a good time. it's probably what's doing wonders for Wolfwood's temper as they chirrup and yarp and feel all their little weird baby dog feelings, nosing into this person's craft project and that person's snack bag, leaving the undertaker with an expression that could be accused of being a grin if one squinted. ]
If one of these grannies tries to take you out, I'm lettin' her have you, yanno.
WHERE: the network
WHEN: the end of November
WHAT: sometimes God isn't done making your life a real, real gas and you, just a little guy, have to contend with wet shit falling from the sky and the dropping temperature, but not like, nighttime dropping temperature. you own two shirts, two pair of pants, a cheap pair of shoes, and so many sunglasses. help.
WARNINGS: Wolfwood's mouth, nothing else that I can foresee?
what's this, what's this, there's white things in there air; network post; text; un: ndwolfwood
so i know ya'll said that it was about to get a lot colder, but you coulda been more specific about how much colder it's gonna get. spikey walks around wearing all the blankets we got and i'm wearin' all the clothes i own and it's startin' to not do much. is it gonna get colder than this?
also what is that white shit? did ya'll blow something up and forget to tell me? it's like sand and ash had a shitty baby that makes me sprout hair when it touches my skin.
and uh
if anybody's got a lead for any odd jobs or part time work, we're down an income at the cottage so me and the beanpole would appreciate any tips. stuff more regular than the uh. quest board. stuff. i dunno if i can bonestorm for another week if shit goes sideways without there bein' casualties.
i like a man who's good with his hands; action; closed to vash
What in the world did you sign us up for, needlenoggin?
[ it sounds affectionate, at least; Wolfwood's not the most comfortable person with small animals or the elderly, but he's in a good enough mood that nothing's on fire and nobody's trying to make things be on fire. probably? some of the old biddies have a look in their eye, and Wolfwood knows he's amongst fellow monsters--but if they don't pull guns, it'd be weak of him to pull his first, so he keeps his hands in his pockets as he follows Vash to their assigned table.
at least the little weird dogs from the other other world are having a good time. it's probably what's doing wonders for Wolfwood's temper as they chirrup and yarp and feel all their little weird baby dog feelings, nosing into this person's craft project and that person's snack bag, leaving the undertaker with an expression that could be accused of being a grin if one squinted. ]
If one of these grannies tries to take you out, I'm lettin' her have you, yanno.