I really, really don't want to do this.  Lord, deliver me from my current tribulations and I promise I'll be really, really good.  I'll... um, stop killing people or something?  No, that won't work.  I... won't short-sheet Vash's bed anymore?  Ah, it's too much fun.  Well, I swear I'll find something really good to do, just please don't make me do this...

                I don't even know how to go about it.  Funny thing, that; there's no class on seduction at the seminary.  I wonder why.  Maybe because this is a situation most priests don't find themselves in?  Nah, it couldn't be that.

                Geez... I don't even know how to start a conversation with the girl, much less woo her.  "Gee, hello Meryl.  I know we've never said more than two words to each other before but how'd ya like to hop inta bed for a bit?"  God help me.

                "Hey there, Meryl."

                Wow.  Smooth so far, right?  Thank God almighty I was able to get her alone for now.  I don't think I'd be able to do this with an audience.  I'd say it looks like my luck is changing, but somehow I can't see this as a good thing.

                "Oh, hello Mr. Wolfwood."  She's fairly oblivious to my presence, typing away.  I wonder what she's really writing, sometimes.  "How are you?"

                "Very well indeed."  Go me.  "And yourself?  I trust the lovely lady is having a good day."

                I think she heard that because I saw her finger slip off the key.  But as she types about three hundred words per minute, that could be a natural accident... still, she isn't reacting.  This... is going to be tough.  What is a man to do in a situation like this?  My honor is at stake.

                Well, there's nothing dishonorable in retreat.

                "Well, I'll see you around."  Nooo, that didn't sound forced at all.  I'm not the brightest bead on the rosary sometimes. 

                "...Yeah.  See you," she murmurs, intent on her typing again.

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Me again!  Hee.  Thanks again for support, everyone who commented- I'm glad to know my poor, tortured bokushi-sama amuses you as much as he amuses me.  I have some fun ideas for where this story's going; once I have the time, I'll start doing some longer chapters, but for now, I hope this shall suffice to give you your twisted little fix for the day.

And for the record- if Wolfwood had head-explody, life would be a hell of a lot easier, don't you think?  ^.^