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timepiececlock"Oh my love, my precious! My beauties! My glorious fountains of sugar!"
With exaggerated ceremony Vash raised a fresh donut from the box, bring it under his nose to savor the scent. With a grin almost as big as---no, exactly as big as---a child's at the birthday table, the legendary gunman, Humanoid Typhon, 60 billion double-dollar prize outlaw, and all around buffoon Vash The Stampede bit into his favorite culinary delicasy: sweet, thick, sugar-coated donuts filled with cream and...gold?
Vash opened his mouth and looked down at his donut. "Well that's funny," he said aloud.
"What's funny?" Wolfwood asked, blocking the sun from his eyes with one and secretly stealing a donut with the other. Vash held up the coin.
"It was hiding in my breakfast."
"Hmmm." The priest adopted a serious expression and stared for a while, before commenting, "Let's hawk it."
"No!" Vash said indignantly. "This treasure was a gift from the donut gods! Besides..." He smiled, pleased with himself, "I think I've just found a perfect Christmas present for the overly violent insurance girl."
"It has a skull and crossbones."
"She'll appreciate it. Violent people love that sort of thing."
Just before he could pocket the coin, however, a black shape dropped onto his head, mewled, bit him in the ear, and ran off with his treasure. Vash rubbed his tender ear and frowned. "Have I seen that cat before?"
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link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/circe_tigana/247866.html?view=3504698#t3504698
With exaggerated ceremony Vash raised a fresh donut from the box, bring it under his nose to savor the scent. With a grin almost as big as---no, exactly as big as---a child's at the birthday table, the legendary gunman, Humanoid Typhon, 60 billion double-dollar prize outlaw, and all around buffoon Vash The Stampede bit into his favorite culinary delicasy: sweet, thick, sugar-coated donuts filled with cream and...gold?
Vash opened his mouth and looked down at his donut. "Well that's funny," he said aloud.
"What's funny?" Wolfwood asked, blocking the sun from his eyes with one and secretly stealing a donut with the other. Vash held up the coin.
"It was hiding in my breakfast."
"Hmmm." The priest adopted a serious expression and stared for a while, before commenting, "Let's hawk it."
"No!" Vash said indignantly. "This treasure was a gift from the donut gods! Besides..." He smiled, pleased with himself, "I think I've just found a perfect Christmas present for the overly violent insurance girl."
"It has a skull and crossbones."
"She'll appreciate it. Violent people love that sort of thing."
Just before he could pocket the coin, however, a black shape dropped onto his head, mewled, bit him in the ear, and ran off with his treasure. Vash rubbed his tender ear and frowned. "Have I seen that cat before?"
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link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/circe_tigana/247866.html?view=3504698#t3504698
