Vash the Stampede (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lucetilogs2010-11-19 09:37 pm
goldenglasses) wrote in lucetilogs2010-11-19 09:37 pm
Entry tags:
It's all for the donuts
Who: Vash (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goldenglasses), Rogue (touchofrogue), and a random troll named Wolfwood (not_a_bluesbro )
When: Saturday, November 20th
Where: Vash’s bedroom. >D
Summary: During his morning meditation, Vash has a crash-in visitor and a nice little coma nap.
Rating: PG, come on people! They’re all wearing clothes!
Vash awoke as he did every morning; eyes slowly opening as he slipped away from the night’s dream. He yawned as he pushed himself slowly upwards and gave his bed hair a ruffle. He hadn’t particularly liked last night’s dream. It was more like a nightmare really, but it was gone now and it was another chilly day in Luceti.
He took a deep breath and crossed his legs in bed. Shutting his eyes as he began his morning meditation. The subjects are of love and peace, he usually quits after about three seconds, but this morning the meditation is going to be cut off a little short.
goldenglasses), Rogue (touchofrogue), and a random troll named Wolfwood (not_a_bluesbro ) When: Saturday, November 20th
Where: Vash’s bedroom. >D
Summary: During his morning meditation, Vash has a crash-in visitor and a nice little coma nap.
Rating: PG, come on people! They’re all wearing clothes!
Vash awoke as he did every morning; eyes slowly opening as he slipped away from the night’s dream. He yawned as he pushed himself slowly upwards and gave his bed hair a ruffle. He hadn’t particularly liked last night’s dream. It was more like a nightmare really, but it was gone now and it was another chilly day in Luceti.
He took a deep breath and crossed his legs in bed. Shutting his eyes as he began his morning meditation. The subjects are of love and peace, he usually quits after about three seconds, but this morning the meditation is going to be cut off a little short.
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Can that damn spikey-headed spaz try not to ruin his morning? Wolfwood gets it—you like waking up, smelling the wonderful foresty morning air, cooking breakfast
that he was just going to end up stealing, but can't you do him the favor of being quiet while you're up and at 'em?! Suffice to say, the knob turns and the door swiftly opens to reveal a semi-disheveled Wolfwood, chin unshaven and pajamas still in place."What the hell, needle noggin?!"
Kuroneko may or may not have roosted on his head (at this point, he's too groggy to give two sh—