TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
EIGHT CONFESSION: Spelling Slip Up
Nicholas D. Wolfwood was looking forward to getting back to watching Vash the Stampede. At least with Vash things were relatively predictable. Ya know, eat donuts, get slapped by insurance girls, destroy city, move to next town. Here, things were. strange. Everyone had deep dark secrets that were starting to come out and he had no doubt it was one of those 'Government Conspiracies' E.G. was always muttering about. All Wolfwood really wanted to do was survive his last day with the Gung-Ho Guns before he was permitted to leave to fulfill his duty of protecting Vash. Was that really so much to ask?
Apparently it was because just as Wolfwood was getting ready to go to his room and lock the door until he was allowed to leave he was caught by a hand, ".."
Wolfwood turned to face Caine, the Longshot, who gestured for Wolfwood to follow him outside. Wolfwood obeyed, as it was not a good idea to get on Caine's bad side because he was good friends of the obviously psychotic E.G. Mine.
Once outside Caine grabbed a stick that was laying in the sand and began to write:
Forgive me, Father, For I have Sinned.
Wolfwood nodded, "Continue."
Caine continued:
Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I ate Mac 'n' Chese after I vowed never to eat it again after my horrible "macaroni accident" five years ago that scarred my face.
Wolfwood nodded, "I completely understand. You are forgiven, and 'cheese' is spelled with two E's."
Caine nodded and walked off, contemplating how he could have possibly let his spelling slip over the years.
AN: Ok, I'm leaving for a while, won't be back til Monday when I start highschool. All I can do is try from now on since I have so many fics going. Reviews are greatly appreciated as if I do not receive them I will now be forced to put fics on delay.
EIGHT CONFESSION: Spelling Slip Up
Nicholas D. Wolfwood was looking forward to getting back to watching Vash the Stampede. At least with Vash things were relatively predictable. Ya know, eat donuts, get slapped by insurance girls, destroy city, move to next town. Here, things were. strange. Everyone had deep dark secrets that were starting to come out and he had no doubt it was one of those 'Government Conspiracies' E.G. was always muttering about. All Wolfwood really wanted to do was survive his last day with the Gung-Ho Guns before he was permitted to leave to fulfill his duty of protecting Vash. Was that really so much to ask?
Apparently it was because just as Wolfwood was getting ready to go to his room and lock the door until he was allowed to leave he was caught by a hand, ".."
Wolfwood turned to face Caine, the Longshot, who gestured for Wolfwood to follow him outside. Wolfwood obeyed, as it was not a good idea to get on Caine's bad side because he was good friends of the obviously psychotic E.G. Mine.
Once outside Caine grabbed a stick that was laying in the sand and began to write:
Forgive me, Father, For I have Sinned.
Wolfwood nodded, "Continue."
Caine continued:
Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I ate Mac 'n' Chese after I vowed never to eat it again after my horrible "macaroni accident" five years ago that scarred my face.
Wolfwood nodded, "I completely understand. You are forgiven, and 'cheese' is spelled with two E's."
Caine nodded and walked off, contemplating how he could have possibly let his spelling slip over the years.
AN: Ok, I'm leaving for a while, won't be back til Monday when I start highschool. All I can do is try from now on since I have so many fics going. Reviews are greatly appreciated as if I do not receive them I will now be forced to put fics on delay.