TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
TWENTIETH CONFESSION: One Time When I Was Really Drunk.
It hadn't taken Wolfwood long to find the giant 'exit' Grey had made in the wall and left the building. He had thought Legato and Midvalley's confessions were bad. Monev's had probably scarred him for life. The traveling priest stormed around the outside of the building, searching for Millie.
Unfortunately, for our good friend, Nick, whose sanity was slowly deteriorating, Leonoff found him-or rather, Leonoff's puppet found him- before he found Millie. The incredibly life-like puppet dragged Wolfwood kicking and screaming over to an apparently drunk Leonoff.
"Fix him." The puppet, whom apparently had a mind of his own, ordered.
Leonoff was kneeling in the sand, looking up at Wolfwood, and laughing stupidly, "Hiya, Woolwoody!"
Wolfwood shook his head sadly. Did HE look like this when he was drunk? He sure as hell hoped not. Nick glanced around quickly, looking for an escape. He had left the cross punisher was with Vash & Co., and he wasn't about to face the obviously armed puppet without his gun.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Leonoff was calling, "I gots me a confession, Woolwoody!"
"No." Wolfwood whispered. God really did hate him.
"This one time-when I was really, really, RAHEEEELLY drunk, I made this girl puppet and we-"
"NOOOO!" Wolfwood shouted, running away. Screw Millie! One more confession, he had vowed, and that was it. He would be returning to Vash without Millie.
TWENTIETH CONFESSION: One Time When I Was Really Drunk.
It hadn't taken Wolfwood long to find the giant 'exit' Grey had made in the wall and left the building. He had thought Legato and Midvalley's confessions were bad. Monev's had probably scarred him for life. The traveling priest stormed around the outside of the building, searching for Millie.
Unfortunately, for our good friend, Nick, whose sanity was slowly deteriorating, Leonoff found him-or rather, Leonoff's puppet found him- before he found Millie. The incredibly life-like puppet dragged Wolfwood kicking and screaming over to an apparently drunk Leonoff.
"Fix him." The puppet, whom apparently had a mind of his own, ordered.
Leonoff was kneeling in the sand, looking up at Wolfwood, and laughing stupidly, "Hiya, Woolwoody!"
Wolfwood shook his head sadly. Did HE look like this when he was drunk? He sure as hell hoped not. Nick glanced around quickly, looking for an escape. He had left the cross punisher was with Vash & Co., and he wasn't about to face the obviously armed puppet without his gun.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Leonoff was calling, "I gots me a confession, Woolwoody!"
"No." Wolfwood whispered. God really did hate him.
"This one time-when I was really, really, RAHEEEELLY drunk, I made this girl puppet and we-"
"NOOOO!" Wolfwood shouted, running away. Screw Millie! One more confession, he had vowed, and that was it. He would be returning to Vash without Millie.