[While Vash is gone, Wolfwood sort of just sits where he left him in something of a stupor. He feels like a sponge squeezed completely dry, or a tube that's been suddenly and violently hollowed out. He's...not sure if he would attribute this feeling to feeling better, per say? But it's certainly a lot nicer than the anger and frustration he felt in its stead. Now, he feels...
He's not sure, actually. He sure does feel, though.
Wolfwood takes a minute to clean himself up upon Vash's return. Wipes his face, blows his nose, the works. He almost cannot believe he did that, but again, the whole weight of the situation isn't going to sink in until he's sobered up later and Vash is probably in his bed??? Since he asked him to stay, and that likely means "until morning". Not unless Vash plans on sleeping on the floor, which...........unlikely, after the moment they just shared.
He tosses a wad of toilet paper into the trash, pushing himself upright with a heavy sigh before regarding the little bags scattered on the other edge of the bed for a moment. After some consideration, he reaches into the one with the lollipops and pulls out one for himself, squashing that rising urge to smoke with something a little less offensive.
Vash can have one too, if he wants.]
I, uh. [...] ...sorry. About that.
[Maybe he doesn't need to apologize, but he feels like he should.]
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Date: 2023-12-20 10:26 pm (UTC)He's not sure, actually. He sure does feel, though.
Wolfwood takes a minute to clean himself up upon Vash's return. Wipes his face, blows his nose, the works. He almost cannot believe he did that, but again, the whole weight of the situation isn't going to sink in until he's sobered up later and Vash is probably in his bed??? Since he asked him to stay, and that likely means "until morning". Not unless Vash plans on sleeping on the floor, which...........unlikely, after the moment they just shared.
He tosses a wad of toilet paper into the trash, pushing himself upright with a heavy sigh before regarding the little bags scattered on the other edge of the bed for a moment. After some consideration, he reaches into the one with the lollipops and pulls out one for himself, squashing that rising urge to smoke with something a little less offensive.
Vash can have one too, if he wants.]
I, uh. [...] ...sorry. About that.
[Maybe he doesn't need to apologize, but he feels like he should.]