Eighty-seventh Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

This is getting rather old. Really darlings, a influx of people who know you better than yourself? So cheap.

Vash, when you're able, doll. Wolfwood, I am still not talking to you. Meryl, I will drag you out shopping even if I need a rope to do so. Vergil, we'll need to set a date for that barbecuing thing. Legato, mm nice.

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[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Wherever's fine. I don't have a preference.


[ooc: Cori sorta jumped him in Meryl's post last night. It wasn't nice.]

[suitcaseofnails]

...Alright, I suppose sevenish and we could meet in the Square and go from there?


[OOC: Ouchie, poor Vash. He is going to need the hugs and drinks?]

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

That works for me.


[ooc: Lots and lots of drinks. x_x ]

[suitcaseofnails]

I'll see you then, Vash.


[OOC: Cori was being mean to Vash. And Elie will provide the drinks and everything! I am going invisible here so if you want to poke me on AIM I'll be here]

[mildlyreckless.livejournal.com]

Okay.


[ooc: Okie-doke, I'm invisible too because I'm playing Viva Pinata and am hideously distracted... I'll tap you in a sec.]