TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
FOURTH CONFESSION: We Need Bleach!!!
Our favorite traveling priest was strolling down the halls of the residence of the Gung-Ho Guns. Ok.. so it was more of a run than a stroll, but he had just been freed from Legato's "torture chamber" which, in fact, was the "family room". While the idea of a the most deadly group of assassins in all of Gunsmoke having a "family room" was a frightening idea by itself, having to watch Martha Stewart with Legato was enough to make a grown man cry.
Which in fact he did.
Poor Nicholas.
Right now all the mentally-damaged man wanted to do was find Vash. and maybe even talk to Millie about the best way to make a plum tart.
Wolfwood came to a dead stop at the thought, shook his head rapidly trying to clean his traitorous mind of all things related to cooking and cleaning, and was about to continue when a hand gripped his arm. Wolfwood spun quickly, still jumpy from what he liked to call "the Martha incident", only to see a panting Midvalley behind him.
"Ya know," the saxophone player huffed, "You're hard to catch."
In fact, had Wolfwood not stopped to rid his mind of the treacherous tart thought Midvalley probably never would have caught him, and to this day he still blamed Legato for that fact.
"I need to use your. thing!" Midvalley explained, unsure of what to call the portable confessional.
"Thing.? What.. 'thing'?" Wolfwood was a little unnerved. He had his suspicions of Midvalley with his pink shirt, and he didn't like where this was going.
"That.. box. church. thing!" Midvalley elaborated.
"Ohhhh! That thing!" Wolfwood said, relieved.
With that said, Wolfwood was about to whip the confessional out of seemingly nowhere, before deciding he needed a change, and instead slowly removed the object from somewhere. He plopped the box on Midvalley's head, hoping to have this confession done quickly before Legato could find something else to make him spend some quality "Martha Time" with him for.
"Ok, well, ya see. Yestaday I was tryin' to find Legato and I accidentally walked in on him in the shower.. and. things happened." Midvalley said, not sounding too embarrassed or ashamed about the matter at all.
Wolfwood repressed the urge to barf all over his nice clean shoes. Desperately wishing he had some bleach with which to clean the nasty groudy horribly image from his brain, he sputtered out a, "Forgiven." Before snatching up his confessional and turning to run for his life, but Midvalley caught his arm.
"Actually me 'n' the boss were wonderin' if ya wanted to join us when we watch Martha Stewart today?" Midvalley said, revealing the ultimate reason for the confession.
Wolfwood muttered, "Oh God no." And then ran in search of something that could cleanse his mind of the horrible images. oh god the images.
AN: Ohh. I'm bad. I'm not really into the whole "slash" thing, but didn't we all think Midvalley was gay with that pink shirt? I know I did! I'm sure he just loves to blow on horns all day. . NO! Not THOSE horns! Of course I meant his saxophone.
Heh.. Anyway, as always I'd like to thank my reviewers, who keep encouraging me to write more of this, even though I know I have other stories that I should update first. Especially happy reader, who not only was my first reviewer, but has reviewed every chapter XD. I'd like to apologize to Tummy Fyre for not doing Meryl. I just couldn't do Meryl yet. I can't for the life of me figure out what she'd confess. Oh, and it's nice to know other people agree on my hair theory. Heh.
I'm not sure who's gonna be up next for the confession. Probably one of the Gung-Ho Guns I like more. Which narrows it down to Dominique, EG, Zazie, or Caine. Probably Caine. *hugs her Caine plushie * So many funny things I can do to poor unsuspecting Caine. R 'n' R if ya want more. If not, I'll probably go work on a different fic.
FOURTH CONFESSION: We Need Bleach!!!
Our favorite traveling priest was strolling down the halls of the residence of the Gung-Ho Guns. Ok.. so it was more of a run than a stroll, but he had just been freed from Legato's "torture chamber" which, in fact, was the "family room". While the idea of a the most deadly group of assassins in all of Gunsmoke having a "family room" was a frightening idea by itself, having to watch Martha Stewart with Legato was enough to make a grown man cry.
Which in fact he did.
Poor Nicholas.
Right now all the mentally-damaged man wanted to do was find Vash. and maybe even talk to Millie about the best way to make a plum tart.
Wolfwood came to a dead stop at the thought, shook his head rapidly trying to clean his traitorous mind of all things related to cooking and cleaning, and was about to continue when a hand gripped his arm. Wolfwood spun quickly, still jumpy from what he liked to call "the Martha incident", only to see a panting Midvalley behind him.
"Ya know," the saxophone player huffed, "You're hard to catch."
In fact, had Wolfwood not stopped to rid his mind of the treacherous tart thought Midvalley probably never would have caught him, and to this day he still blamed Legato for that fact.
"I need to use your. thing!" Midvalley explained, unsure of what to call the portable confessional.
"Thing.? What.. 'thing'?" Wolfwood was a little unnerved. He had his suspicions of Midvalley with his pink shirt, and he didn't like where this was going.
"That.. box. church. thing!" Midvalley elaborated.
"Ohhhh! That thing!" Wolfwood said, relieved.
With that said, Wolfwood was about to whip the confessional out of seemingly nowhere, before deciding he needed a change, and instead slowly removed the object from somewhere. He plopped the box on Midvalley's head, hoping to have this confession done quickly before Legato could find something else to make him spend some quality "Martha Time" with him for.
"Ok, well, ya see. Yestaday I was tryin' to find Legato and I accidentally walked in on him in the shower.. and. things happened." Midvalley said, not sounding too embarrassed or ashamed about the matter at all.
Wolfwood repressed the urge to barf all over his nice clean shoes. Desperately wishing he had some bleach with which to clean the nasty groudy horribly image from his brain, he sputtered out a, "Forgiven." Before snatching up his confessional and turning to run for his life, but Midvalley caught his arm.
"Actually me 'n' the boss were wonderin' if ya wanted to join us when we watch Martha Stewart today?" Midvalley said, revealing the ultimate reason for the confession.
Wolfwood muttered, "Oh God no." And then ran in search of something that could cleanse his mind of the horrible images. oh god the images.
AN: Ohh. I'm bad. I'm not really into the whole "slash" thing, but didn't we all think Midvalley was gay with that pink shirt? I know I did! I'm sure he just loves to blow on horns all day. . NO! Not THOSE horns! Of course I meant his saxophone.
Heh.. Anyway, as always I'd like to thank my reviewers, who keep encouraging me to write more of this, even though I know I have other stories that I should update first. Especially happy reader, who not only was my first reviewer, but has reviewed every chapter XD. I'd like to apologize to Tummy Fyre for not doing Meryl. I just couldn't do Meryl yet. I can't for the life of me figure out what she'd confess. Oh, and it's nice to know other people agree on my hair theory. Heh.
I'm not sure who's gonna be up next for the confession. Probably one of the Gung-Ho Guns I like more. Which narrows it down to Dominique, EG, Zazie, or Caine. Probably Caine. *hugs her Caine plushie * So many funny things I can do to poor unsuspecting Caine. R 'n' R if ya want more. If not, I'll probably go work on a different fic.