Damnit. Just... damn it all. And I'm a priest, so when I damn something, it holds water. I can damn with the best of them, yes I can...
But there, I'm getting off track again. Must focus on the task at hand. Although nothing would please me more than to disobey the Cutlery boy, I do value my own skin somewhat. Though, apparently, Meryl doesn't.
It's not as if I'm not trying. I just... can't seem to get the girl alone. She's always off with Milly, selling insurance, or off pestering Vash, or sitting around typing up her six thousand page reports. I wonder what she's reporting. I mean, it's not like anything really happens anymore.
Either that, or I'm just too distracted to notice it.
It's not like I have the free time anymore to subtly disobey orders and help Vash out. Nooo, I'm always busy with the new assignment. Lucky me, right? Gah.
At the very least, I can take some consolation in the thought that maybe I'm doing Vash a favor, getting what's-er-name off his back. Honestly. If she paid half the attention to me she did to him, then I'd be able to get on with business.
Note to self: get really, really large bounty put on head so insurance girls decide to put me under surveillance. Yeah, that might work...
No, what am I saying? They'd just turn me in for the cash. Well, they do let you have cigarettes in jail, right? It can't be all bad... hmmn. Nah. There's probably some unforeseen downside to being arrested. After all, Vash seems to avoid it as much as he can.
Hey. There she is again...
"Heya Meryl!"
"Oh, hi Mr. Wolfwood..." she's distracted. Then I notice the binoculars in her hand. Bird watching...? No, this is the middle of the desert. Any birds here are either demented or dead. She glances away, though she makes no move for her field glasses. I follow her line of sight...
Yeah, I should've guessed.
"He doing anything interesting?"
"Nah. Just... sitting there staring at the sky." She sounds (as usual) annoyed.
"Would you prefer he were off slaying the innocent and reducing cities to rubble?"
"... Almost. At least then there'd be something to do."
Twisted bitch. The sad thing is, I almost empathize with her. After all, even I'm going a bit stir crazy. It's been weeks since I've been in a real fight. Much more of this and I'll start singing Kumbaya and shooting the cacti to pieces.
Oh? What's this? While I'm staring at Vash, she's staring at me. Yes! Progress. I mean, Damnit. Progress. That is... God save us all. I don't even know what I think anymore. Nonetheless, an assignment is an assignment. I take a deliberately careless half-step forward, moving into her space.
Haha! The woman blushes. I seem to be getting better at this seduction business. This, although it leaves me one step closer to Meryl, leaves me one step closer to surviving the assignment.
And then, she takes a step back and raises her binoculars to look at Vash again. Damn. It. All. I will not be ignored. Okay, so maybe I will.
Still...
I'm getting closer...
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Aieee! Slavedrivers. ^.^ There, this chapter's a tad longer. And I'll write more, I proooomise! ^^ I never intended this to be more than a one part, anyway; but when I got the idea for the whole Meryl thing, and how much I could make Nicky bitch about it, I couldn't resist.
Never fear. There is no end in sight... Except for the moment. G'niiight!