His stupidity needs another post!

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Django instinctively checked for his gun before even opening his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times while they grew accustomed to all the white around. The dad-thing-person was there, he had to admit that he kinda liked him, he did miss dad a lot, but the whole burying his heart thing had left him slightly reluctant to grow attached to his presence... He sneezed a little, completely forgetting his train of thought...

It was kinda cold now that he thought of it.


Oh, it was snow. Good thing he had a scarf.

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[enepece.livejournal.com]

"Luck has never been an acquaintance of ours, has it? Let's search the obvious place first", Ringo chuckled darkly, pointing to Sabata's corpse with a finger.

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Django nodded. Yeah, the obvious place was never nice.

So he god closer to said body, first checking the thing with his eyes, and then well, resignation kicked it. He would probably have to touch the body too.

Not that dealing with dead bodies was something new to him, was it?

[enepece.livejournal.com]

"Are you flying up there?"

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Django grinned. "Do you forget that I'm the best tree climber in San Miguel, dad?"

[enepece.livejournal.com]

The hunter looked surprised for a moment, but a small grin escaped his lips. "The second best one, mind you. Go, then!"

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

He laughed, because he just couldn't help it. Poor innocent dad, he clearly didn't know that Django had been practicing a lot.

So he got ready to climb, if he had to check the body, then he would.

Nothing new. Nothing new. Nothing new...

[enepece.livejournal.com]

The young vampire hunter found no obstacles as he climbed the tree, other than the strong wind and the heavy snow. The smell of putrefaction was notably softened by it.

Sabata's neck was broken by the thick rope, the purple scarf seemed to be just hastily placed to cover it. Blood kept dripping from where his stomach should be, now just an empty but bloody cavity. A white envelope rested inside it, decorated with a golden eagle.

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Django checked the body and eventually found the envelope.

Killing people was normal, but it was the whole ruining the body thing that he didn't like. He already had had enough problems when they had no body to bury his father, so he resented it a bit.

Mother's scarf looked a little weird, but that was not the important thing. The first (or second) best tree climber in San Miguel decided to reach for the envelope, and get this thing done with.