((Short chapter. Sorry for the delay. But happily, the next one is promising to be a bit longer, and is half-written as we speak! Because I love you all. ^^ This'n's not very good, but it sets the scene for ch. 9... So try to enjoy it.))
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Success! Haha.
So why do I feel a little sick?
I think I've finally got her where I want her. Or where Knives wants me to have her. At least, I think she'll give in soon. Vash finally glared at her the other day, and she's been sulking ever since. Cue the priest coming in to comfort poor little helpless insurance girl-
-Poor little helpless insurance girl who's got a cape full of guns-
-And winning her trust, admiration, and love. Yeah. Hopefully. At least he's discouraging her; if I had to really steal the girl away from him, I think I'd be in a lot of trouble. Honestly, she's hopeless. All I can do is pray that she'll move on (quickly, before you-know-who gets impatient,) and look to the next best thing. Yours truly.
Gah. This assignment does wrong things to my head. I can't believe I actually want Meryl to like me. The tall one's a lot cuter, anyway.
In any case, she did look at me today, when she thought I wasn't paying attention. For a very long time. Now I can understand why Vash gets so creeped out by it; she eyes people like he eyes donuts. Really, I think they make a pretty good couple; they're both completely outta their minds.
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So. I guess the mission is a success. Meryl caught up with me this time. It appears she's now wrapped around my little finger quite happily.
Uh... so... now what?
Helllooooo? Mister evil misanthropic plant-man? What am I supposed to do with the girl?
He can't hear you, idiot. He doesn't spend his time listening to spiders.
Oh, great. My favorite person on Gunsmoke. A glance around assured me I was alone; it just doesn't look good to be found talking to yourself. "And apparently you do."
Not by choice, Reverend. I do what He asks of me.
Obviously. He doesn't even have the creativity to take an insult. "So, uh, what am I supposed to do now?"
About what? He sounds completely innocent and oblivious in my mind, the bastard.
"About her, of course. What do I do, now that I've managed the..." eew, do I have to say it? "Seduction?"
Didn't they teach you anything in that religious-trap of yours? The birds and the bees, I believe the clever euphemism is? Suddenly I wonder how often Crescendo eavesdrops on my mind.
"Well, I mean... what's the eventual end of this situation?" I don't even want to contemplate... yeesh.
I won't pretend to know the Master's wishes. I wish he were here so I could beat that smug grin off his pretty face. So violent. And here I'd thought yours was a peaceful God?
"He may be a peaceful God, but I'm a vengeful servant." It comes out sounding like a snarl. I hope it 'sounds' the same way to him. "Could you at least ask him to clarify his plans a little? Tell him I've achieved the mission and would like to know-" take a deep breath and spit it out- "my subsequent orders?"
I don't believe the Master wants to be disturbed right now. He sounds so amused. I really, really hate this guy. I'll be certain to ask him when I see him next.
"Such a good little secretary."
At least I'm not a traitor, he whispers smoothly into my mind. He sounds so... velvety. It's kind of obscene. Why the Boss couldn't send him to seduce the insurance girl- well, I suppose he wants someone a little more intelligent and independent. Still... Before I can think something worth muttering back at him, I get the distinct feeling that he's gone. I guess the inside of my head feels a little less crowded. It's relieving, though I do detest letting him get the last word.