[A sigh is breathed out when Wolfwood barely stirs. He knows he wasn't the only one in need of rest after the events of the day prior. Vash also knows that he wouldn't have taken it until his body forced him to. So it's good to see that he keeps slumbering, in spite of Vash's bumbling.
It does leave him a little unsure of what to do next. Sitting in the room and waiting around would be awkward for the both of them. And when he ambles over to the notebook to see if anything has happened, he comes up empty as well. As he drums his fingers on his desk, however, an idea does occur to him. Namely, it comes in the form of his stomach growling.
Breakfast, then. For the both of them. He just has to manage to get out of the room without causing too much of a stir. Unforutnately, being that he's Vash the Stampede, that winds up being easier said than done. When he opens the door, it creaks loudly, and the sound of it shutting behind him seems to echo down the hall.
Better to hurry, then. He scuttles down to the kitchen and tries to gather something small to eat. He winds up with nothing more than a plate of toast. A few slices have jam or jelly, others have peanut butter, and some still have just butter. It's a heaping plate, but it's not a lot. It certainly won't hold him over for long. At this point, though, he's far more worried about Wolfwood chasing after him for being out of bed.
Eventually he returns to the room, thankfully managing to open the door a little quieter.]
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It does leave him a little unsure of what to do next. Sitting in the room and waiting around would be awkward for the both of them. And when he ambles over to the notebook to see if anything has happened, he comes up empty as well. As he drums his fingers on his desk, however, an idea does occur to him. Namely, it comes in the form of his stomach growling.
Breakfast, then. For the both of them. He just has to manage to get out of the room without causing too much of a stir. Unforutnately, being that he's Vash the Stampede, that winds up being easier said than done. When he opens the door, it creaks loudly, and the sound of it shutting behind him seems to echo down the hall.
Better to hurry, then. He scuttles down to the kitchen and tries to gather something small to eat. He winds up with nothing more than a plate of toast. A few slices have jam or jelly, others have peanut butter, and some still have just butter. It's a heaping plate, but it's not a lot. It certainly won't hold him over for long. At this point, though, he's far more worried about Wolfwood chasing after him for being out of bed.
Eventually he returns to the room, thankfully managing to open the door a little quieter.]