Morning, Reverend.
I hate it when they invade
my head. Not that I don't like being
seen talking to myself or anything...
A human concession. I suppose i can't really blame you for being unable to communicate without
the verbalization. Nonetheless, how is
this different from your prophets?
"They spoke with God." Greeat. Now I can't even think nasty little comments. I think I'm going to get a headache.
If you do, it'll be no
fault of mine. In any case, I doubt
you're up for a philosophical discussion at the best of times; considering your
state at the moment, I'm certain you couldn't argue one with a child.
"Thank you for the
vote of confidence, sir." He doesn't
even need to hear the sarcasm.
Always, Reverend. In any case, how goes the assignment?
I grope blindly on the
side table for cigarettes. "Dismally. The woman is blind."
Blind, or preoccupied?
I shrug. The gesture's thoughtwise
enough for him to get without having to see it.
Matches, matches...
Well, are you going to
be capable?
If there's one thing I
hate, it's him doubting me. And of
course, the bastard knows it. "I'll
do the job. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I
don't think my cover will hold particularly well if I sit here talking to you
all day."
And as cleanly as he
comes, he goes. I think. Shaking my head to clear it, I light up a
cigarette.
* * *
Vash is beginning to look at me funny. Probably because I'm following Meryl around. You'd think the boss'd take that into consideration; my sudden fixation on the insurance girl is a bit suspicious. But no.
I begin, at times like this, to understand the minion's view on life. Sometimes existence is pain.
Bah. I try everything to get the girl's attention. Perhaps instead of leaving it unbuttoned, I should just cease wearing the shirt. I rather doubt she'd notice. The boss calls her preoccupied; I'd be more inclined to call her thick-headed. But far be it from me to be so uncharitable.
Really, though. I'd never admit it to him, but I'm beginning to doubt my capability. If it were someone else, then maybe... But Meryl doesn't seem to be reachable. And I still say seduction is a secular art.
To be fair, though, each day she seems more and more discouraged with needle-noggin. I think that maybe, if I can wait long enough, she'll give up on him. Maybe. Hopefully, because short of hitting her over the head with the Cross Punisher I can't think of a way to do this. And while it does have a certain appeal, I don't think it's really the best way to build a lasting relationship. Or whatever end it is I'm seeking.
And it's really, really hard to be seductive with that funny-lookin' cat staring at me all the time.