TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
NINTH CONFESSION: Obsessed? We think so.
Wolfwood was incredibly too happy to be back with Vash and the insurance girls. He had made a daring escape the following morning of Caine's confession, and was now about to eat dinner with the three oddballs he called friends. He was walking down the hall, minding his own business, when someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a broom closet. It was pitch black in the small closet, until a click was heard and a small dangling light bulb illuminated the form of Meryl Stryfe, Bernardelli Insurance Claim Investigator.
"I need to talk with you." She said, getting down to business.
"Did you really have to pull me into a broom closet for that?!" Wolfwood shrieked.
Meryl immediately punched him in the stomach, silencing him, "SHUT UP! HE CAN'T HEAR US!"
"Who hear what?" Wolfwood asked, still clutching his stomach.
"Vash. I uh. have a confession to make." Meryl blushed.
Wolfwood was about to whip his confessional out of seemingly nowhere, but Meryl beat him to it. Within seconds a Vash-plushie was whipped out of seemingly no where, and Meryl began to cuddle with it.
"O.k. Go. a.head." Wolfwood said backing further into the corner of the closet.
Meryl held up the Vash plushie for him to see, "This is Vash. I've been talking to him for the past month. I think I'm obsessed, and I need help." She resumed cuddling.
"That's for damn sure." Wolfwood muttered.
"WHAT?!" Meryl bellowed, beginning to beat the living. well whatever it was in Wolfwood that was living out of him.
Wolfwood opened the closet door and the two fell out. right in front of Vash, who promptly burst into tears and began running down the hall.
Meryl and Wolfwood looked at each other and blinked before both chasing after Vash screaming, "It's not what it looks like!"
AN: . Bet you never expected that. Poor Vash. I think he may have another confession after this. but he may not. I haven't decided yet. The plushie has not willed it **hugs her Vash and Legato plushies**. Review or the fic gets delayed. You know the drill.
NINTH CONFESSION: Obsessed? We think so.
Wolfwood was incredibly too happy to be back with Vash and the insurance girls. He had made a daring escape the following morning of Caine's confession, and was now about to eat dinner with the three oddballs he called friends. He was walking down the hall, minding his own business, when someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a broom closet. It was pitch black in the small closet, until a click was heard and a small dangling light bulb illuminated the form of Meryl Stryfe, Bernardelli Insurance Claim Investigator.
"I need to talk with you." She said, getting down to business.
"Did you really have to pull me into a broom closet for that?!" Wolfwood shrieked.
Meryl immediately punched him in the stomach, silencing him, "SHUT UP! HE CAN'T HEAR US!"
"Who hear what?" Wolfwood asked, still clutching his stomach.
"Vash. I uh. have a confession to make." Meryl blushed.
Wolfwood was about to whip his confessional out of seemingly nowhere, but Meryl beat him to it. Within seconds a Vash-plushie was whipped out of seemingly no where, and Meryl began to cuddle with it.
"O.k. Go. a.head." Wolfwood said backing further into the corner of the closet.
Meryl held up the Vash plushie for him to see, "This is Vash. I've been talking to him for the past month. I think I'm obsessed, and I need help." She resumed cuddling.
"That's for damn sure." Wolfwood muttered.
"WHAT?!" Meryl bellowed, beginning to beat the living. well whatever it was in Wolfwood that was living out of him.
Wolfwood opened the closet door and the two fell out. right in front of Vash, who promptly burst into tears and began running down the hall.
Meryl and Wolfwood looked at each other and blinked before both chasing after Vash screaming, "It's not what it looks like!"
AN: . Bet you never expected that. Poor Vash. I think he may have another confession after this. but he may not. I haven't decided yet. The plushie has not willed it **hugs her Vash and Legato plushies**. Review or the fic gets delayed. You know the drill.