It's all for the donuts

[goldenglasses]

Who: Vash (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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[notabluesbro]

Said-priest was actually walking out of the kitchen, back into the room, when he catches sight of Vash and scowls—because like hell he didn't notice you went and played the charity card with his stuff again.

"Where is my coat, needle noggin."

He already knows where it is, and it's more like a statement than a question, but he presents it nonetheless for the idiot to dispute his case. Which he'll clearly fail at.

[goldenglasses]

Vash just grins and straightens the collar on his own coat. "Well, I couldn't send a poor defenseless girl out into the cold!" He smirks, obviously pleased with himself, before picking up his cup of coffee. "She was a new feather that just suddenly appeared in my room. I couldn't just send her out in that sundress they show up in." He takes a sip of his coffee. It tastes almost as sweet as revenge for that smirk on your face earlier.

[notabluesbro]

"Oh, well, it's good that I was such a wonderful person, letting a poor girl have my coat like that." Whatever, Vash, he's a partial winner here. And he offers a sharp glance in the other man's direction, before smirking yet again.. "Mmhm, she just magically fell into your room. It's okay, Vash—sometimes things happen!"

Sure, he figures Vash is being entirely honest right now, but he can still poke fun at his easily-trolled demeanor.

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[goldenglasses]

"I thought priests were suppose be charitable after all. I figured you wouldn't mind, but don't worry. I'll go get you a new one in a bit so you can still go outside. It looks like it's snowing out after all."

Vash smiles, enjoying the warmth from his mug against his fingers. It was nice. Just chatting and teasing with Wolfwood again. The air felt crisp; which made the warm cup in his hand feel even better. This is something that never could have happened back home. He takes a long sip of coffee, enjoying taste and warmth of it.

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[goldenglasses]

Until your last comment. Then that deliciously warm drink he was enjoying gets choked on. After a few moments of coughing and choking, a little of it even going up his nose, ugh, he can speak again.

"It's true! She's just a new feather! They don't always wake up in the forest! Some show up in people's houses!"

[notabluesbro]

Ahahaha, see, now he enjoys seeing you sputter when you can't read into his teasing comments. He just sips his coffee, nodding, nodding—and suppressing a goofy grin. "Suuuuure. There's no reason to hide it from your best pal in the world, right? Your secret love affair is safe with me, rest assured."

Sippity sip.

[goldenglasses]

"Wolfwood. I am not having a secret love affair. Even if I was; why would I have ANY need to make it secret?" There's a tone in that voice. One that says: If Meryl hears of a secret love affair - someone will die.

[notabluesbro]

"Hell if I know," he says with the most amusing tone of voice—but he throws a thumb over his shoulder, toward the door. "All I do know is it's pretty damn cold and white out there. Maybe I'll just have to live inside from now on, without stepping out."

As much as he said that, he was admittedly curious about these interesting slush of cold. Not that he would admit to any boyish wonder just yet, as he'd been so adamant about not wanting to experience wintertime.

...Then again, he would probably hate the damn season once he got sick.

Which he knew he would, knowing his luck.

[goldenglasses]

"Alright, fine. I'll go get you a new coat. Just let me finish my coffee." He downs it in one gulp, there really wasn't much left anyway. After setting his mug down he moves to the door where he keeps his scarf. He starts to wrap it around his neck when he turns back towards Wolfwood. "Oh, and uh... if Meryl wakes up. Don't tell her what happened. I'll do it when I get home. You got it?" The last thing he needs is you giving Meryl the wrong idea.

[notabluesbro]

After a moment, he seems like he's going to entirely ignore that request, judging by the snarky look, but he sighs and puts a hand up. "I wouldn't tell her. She might just kick me through a wall before looking for you."

[goldenglasses]

Vash rolls his eyes, but it's encouraging. "Alright, I'll be back soon." With a wave over his shoulder he disappears out the door.