Stripers…. And legos…. Fun fun fun….
I do not own Trigun or Legos. And yes, there is an oc…. Deal with it…. Glee.
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When the first small hard plastic object hit Vash in the back of the head, he decided to ignore it. He was tired, and he honestly didn't think that it was something that was gonna happen again. But it did. Several times. One actually missed his head, but it was closely followed by another one that didn't miss its mark, and that was the last straw. Without really looking at what the object was, he snatched it up and spun around, knocking his chair over. He saw Violet, the strange 'dancer' he and Wolfwood had recently been traveling with, holding what appeared to be a plastic yellow bucket. Her hand was already reaching in to acquire another of the small strange projectiles. "What the hell are you throwing at me?!?!?!" he yelled.
Violet stopped the motion of her hand and looked at him for a few moments before saying in a bored tone, "Legos."
Vash opened his fist to see, that the strange plastic projectiles, were, indeed, legos. "….But…. Why?" Vash said flatly.
"Phff, I don't know, I was bored?" Violet said, getting up, and setting the bucket down. "I think I'm gonna go get drunk. See you guys later!"
Vash watched as she walked out the door, closing it behind her. "What's wrong with that girl?!" Vash said, turning his attention to Wolfwood.
"Idunno," Wolfwood said shrugging his shoulders.
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Well…. Waddya think?