|Our Lady of Aggressive Indifference (scathachdhu) wrote in oya_ajere,|
@ 2007-10-26 18:12:00
|Entry tags:||meryl, pr0ntober, trigun, vash, wolfwood|
pr0ntober prompt for roguebitch
Okay, no actual pr0n, but I hope it's okay.
Vash/Meryl/Wolfwood, tunnel of love. 472 words, unbetaed.
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
Meryl crossed her arms over her chest with a frown, while Wolfwood took a drag from his cigarette, both looking unconvinced.
Vash tried again. "We never get to do things like this! I just want to see what it's like!"
"Nobody's stopping you, broomhead," Wolfwood drawled. "Go on, we'll wait."
Vash's face fell, and he turned to Meryl. "Meryl, you'll come with me, won't you? It's supposed to be romantic!"
She rolled her eyes. "Vash, just because they slapped a sign on the abandoned mine and started charging admission doesn't make it romantic."
Wolfwood nodded in agreement, sticking one hand in his pocket. "You're such a sucker."
Vash gave the ride a forlorn look. "I just wanted to try something new!"
"We came out to this stupid carnival, you stuffed your face, won prizes for all the kids and managed not to get into any shit," Wolfwood muttered. "Let's quit while we're ahead."
"Vash, that ride is five minutes long; anything you would want to 'try' wouldn't be worth the trouble," Meryl said, shaking her head. "Besides, those are the original carts they used to carry the miners and equipment and ore. They're probably filthy."
"Yeah, that's not really gonna get anybody in the mood," Wolfwood chimed in.
Vash let out a heavy sigh. "Don't you guys ever want to do anything fun?"
Wolfwood grinned. "Are you calling us boring?"
Vash's mouth dropped open. "No! No!" He waved his arms in panic.
"I think he was calling us boring, Nicholas." Meryl let out a shuddering sigh and placed a hand over her eyes. Wolfwood patted her shoulder, shaking his head in mock dismay.
"Wait!" Vash wailed. He took a step towards them, but was suddenly surrounded by laughing children.
"Mr. Vash, Mr. Vash! Are you going on the ride?"
"Ah, hahaha, uh, kids, I don't--" Vash scratched his head and looked over at Meryl and Wolfwood for help.
"No, go on, Vash, we certainly don't want to hold you back." Meryl waved him off.
"I'm devastated," Wolfwood said cheerfully, squeezing Meryl's shoulder. "But I'm sure we'll manage."
"Mm, somehow," Meryl murmured.
"Oh, come on, that's not fair!" Vash yelled as the children dragged him towards one of the carts. "Ow, wait, kids--careful, I don't think we'll all fit--"
Meryl and Wolfwood walked away, not even bothering to hide their laughter as the children pushed Vash into one of the carts and piled in after him.
"How long till you think he'll get back?"
"Hmm..." Meryl thought. "Five minutes for the ride, fifteen to get away from the children, another ten to get back home...so...a half-hour to make him regret dragging us to that damn carnival."
Wolfwood gave her a slow smile and let his hand brush hers as they walked. "I like the way you think, shorty."