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Eriks ([info]stampeded) wrote in [info]clockwork_rp,
@ 2008-01-21 18:55:00

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Entry tags:vash::stampeded, wolfwood::nickwolfwood

Call Me When You're Drunk [ Complete ]
Who: Vash ([info]stampeded) and Wolfwood ([info]nickwolfwood)
What: Discussing the birds and the bees everything that's happened.
When: Day after the curse; ungodly early hour.
Where: 050A.
Warnings: Awkwardness. Maybe swearing, amnesia and some sap at the end.


It was for the simple reason Vash wasn't sure what to do(extremely odd, this: he used to always know a reaction to every situation. But then again, he hadn't felt like he knew how to act for a while.) that he went right to the source of his anxiety. It had only been a night - not even, more like six hours from midnight, if the clocks were correct - but his whole schedule was thrown off by it.

Ever since the power-switching, he'd gotten a better grip on his "problems," and tried to move his sleeping from during the day to night, like what was normal for a human; but just that one curse had thrown him right back in to his old habits. And there was only so long a Plant could pace and annoy his roommate before he had to do something.

So, at the unholy hour of six AM, the red-coated Stampede was whistling down the halls, a box of cafeteria prepared donuts under his arm and a bounce in his step. This was, of course, just an out reflex; he even had his glasses on, and with a smile on his face, promptly arrived at room 50 and... knocked. Loudly.

What was he doing? Getting rid of guilt, truthfully. It must've been the curse that made Wolfwood act like that, Vash reasoned to himself - and unless the 'normal' was established again, the Stampede was half suspecting he'd lose his... best friend.

Because that's all it was.



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[info]nickwolfwood
2008-01-27 02:15 am UTC (link)
It had been, but that was beside the point. "I didn't get lost, my bike broke down!" Pouring coffee down his throat made him feel so much better that he could almost forget having told Vash ...things. "It's completely different."

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[info]stampeded
2008-01-27 02:35 am UTC (link)
"You took off into an endless desert with a bad bike?" Still deadpan curiosity; everything was still fine.

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[info]nickwolfwood
2008-01-27 02:42 am UTC (link)
"It wasn't bad! Anything can have problems!" Especially convenient ones timed to get him on the same bus as Vash.

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[info]stampeded
2008-01-27 03:10 am UTC (link)
"And then, instead of heading back, which would've been shorter, you start walking 500-some miles out?" Really, that whole thing had been rather idiotic. Of course, Vash was the one that somehow managed to trip up a wheelie just by going straight, so he shouldn't have talked.

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