TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
SEVENTH CONFESSION: The Need For Disinfectant
It was a dreary day on the planet Gunsmoke, for today was the day of Mr. Kitty's funeral. Many of the townspeople who had "known" the small black cat attended as well as the entirety of the Gung-Ho Guns at E.G. Mine's threat to quit and spend his life learning to better understand the ways of Mr. Kitty.
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Of course, the psychopath was more than a little nervous when a cat nearly identical to Mr. Kitty showed up at the funeral. This incident forced E.G. to run off screaming about the voices and the demon cat from Hell, but this was nothing new to any of the Gung-Ho Guns, especially one Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
Wolfwood stood off to the side, smoking a cigarette, and hoping to high Hell that no one would ask to confess anything. Usually he was eager to listen to peoples problems because he really needed the money, and everybody knew that Knives paid crap. With recent events in mind, though, he was more content just to get this thing over with and make his way back to Vash and the insurance girls where everything was nice and relatively normal. However, this prayer fell on deaf ears, for at that precise moment Millions Knives made his way over to the priest, spraying his hand furiously with what looked like disinfectant, and glaring at the two little girls that were trailing behind him.
The situation in itself didn't really bother Wolfwood that much. The scene looked logical, to say the least, and the traveling priest really didn't mind listening to Knives whine about humans, as he was forced to listen to his brother whine all the time and was already used to it. The thing that really troubled Wolfwood was that his "fearless leader" was wearing a flower crown.
"Wolfwood." Knives grumbled as a greeting.
"Knives." Wolfwood returned the greeting, adding a small bow to the end.
"I wish to use your spider confessional." Knives ordered, "Make no misunderstanding. This does not mean I believe in your foolish spider ways, but desperate times call for desperate measures."
Wolfwood followed orders and handed Knives the confessional, still eyeing the flower crown. Noticing this Knives whipped the flower crown off and flung it into the distance as he slipped the confessional onto his head.
"I saw those to twin spider children," he said, gesturing to the two girls behind him, "and they reminded me of Vash and I, so I. I. I. eaugh. I think I'm gonna be sick." Knives paused again to spray his hand with disinfectant again, "I PLAYED with them. Eaugh.. uhh.."
Wolfwood snatched the confessional off of Knives's head, muttered, "You are forgiven." And jogged away so as not to see his Master barf all over Mr. Kitty's nice funeral. Unfortunately, he didn't get far enough to not hear the two twin girls chime in unison, "Come play hopscotch with us Unkie Knifez."
AN: Sorry that took so long. I was at Megan's house and I couldn't update from there, and then there was that huge power outage along the east coast, where I, unfortunately, live. Anyway, I'd just like to say I'm so happy with all of you for reviewing! R 'n' R. Next up is Caine, the Longshot. *hugs her Caine plushie*
SEVENTH CONFESSION: The Need For Disinfectant
It was a dreary day on the planet Gunsmoke, for today was the day of Mr. Kitty's funeral. Many of the townspeople who had "known" the small black cat attended as well as the entirety of the Gung-Ho Guns at E.G. Mine's threat to quit and spend his life learning to better understand the ways of Mr. Kitty.
.
Of course, the psychopath was more than a little nervous when a cat nearly identical to Mr. Kitty showed up at the funeral. This incident forced E.G. to run off screaming about the voices and the demon cat from Hell, but this was nothing new to any of the Gung-Ho Guns, especially one Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
Wolfwood stood off to the side, smoking a cigarette, and hoping to high Hell that no one would ask to confess anything. Usually he was eager to listen to peoples problems because he really needed the money, and everybody knew that Knives paid crap. With recent events in mind, though, he was more content just to get this thing over with and make his way back to Vash and the insurance girls where everything was nice and relatively normal. However, this prayer fell on deaf ears, for at that precise moment Millions Knives made his way over to the priest, spraying his hand furiously with what looked like disinfectant, and glaring at the two little girls that were trailing behind him.
The situation in itself didn't really bother Wolfwood that much. The scene looked logical, to say the least, and the traveling priest really didn't mind listening to Knives whine about humans, as he was forced to listen to his brother whine all the time and was already used to it. The thing that really troubled Wolfwood was that his "fearless leader" was wearing a flower crown.
"Wolfwood." Knives grumbled as a greeting.
"Knives." Wolfwood returned the greeting, adding a small bow to the end.
"I wish to use your spider confessional." Knives ordered, "Make no misunderstanding. This does not mean I believe in your foolish spider ways, but desperate times call for desperate measures."
Wolfwood followed orders and handed Knives the confessional, still eyeing the flower crown. Noticing this Knives whipped the flower crown off and flung it into the distance as he slipped the confessional onto his head.
"I saw those to twin spider children," he said, gesturing to the two girls behind him, "and they reminded me of Vash and I, so I. I. I. eaugh. I think I'm gonna be sick." Knives paused again to spray his hand with disinfectant again, "I PLAYED with them. Eaugh.. uhh.."
Wolfwood snatched the confessional off of Knives's head, muttered, "You are forgiven." And jogged away so as not to see his Master barf all over Mr. Kitty's nice funeral. Unfortunately, he didn't get far enough to not hear the two twin girls chime in unison, "Come play hopscotch with us Unkie Knifez."
AN: Sorry that took so long. I was at Megan's house and I couldn't update from there, and then there was that huge power outage along the east coast, where I, unfortunately, live. Anyway, I'd just like to say I'm so happy with all of you for reviewing! R 'n' R. Next up is Caine, the Longshot. *hugs her Caine plushie*