[......okay, so maybe it's because he's so drunk, or because it's just so insanely sad that Vash beefed it on the floor trying to pick up a puppy, but watching him crash his face into the floor makes Wolfwood snort, unable to actually hold the laugh back before it comes out of him. It could also be due in part to him still being mad at the guy, and seeing him fall all over himself feels deserved, in some bitter little way.
That, and he knows he's fine. Vash has done way, WAY worse to himself and came out none the worse for wear.]
Nice goin', ash'hole.
[He watches as the puppy takes full advantage of Vash being prone on the ground to rush up and excitedly stick her tongue right into one of his ears. Luckily, she is so distracted that she can't hop away from Wolfwood leaning down to scoop her up in one hand in a manner that says he's probably done this a couple times before. She's already tried to break into other peoples' rooms at the inn, so.
He steps back after that, eyeing Vash on the floor with the puppy held in one hand, looking from her to the Independent and back. She's panting and whimpering excitedly, and just thinking about it he knows she isn't going to let him get any sleep to shake off the remainder of the booze. So.
Wolfwood sighs, then reaches back to pull the door to his room open with his heel.]
Hang on a sec.
[He backs into it (Vash would be totally justified in thinking that Wolfwood is just leaving to his room for the night) and pushes it mostly closed before going back inside to nestle Angelina on his bed, knowing she won't actually stay there but hoping the allure of warmth will keep her there until he can check up on her later.]
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That, and he knows he's fine. Vash has done way, WAY worse to himself and came out none the worse for wear.]
Nice goin', ash'hole.
[He watches as the puppy takes full advantage of Vash being prone on the ground to rush up and excitedly stick her tongue right into one of his ears. Luckily, she is so distracted that she can't hop away from Wolfwood leaning down to scoop her up in one hand in a manner that says he's probably done this a couple times before. She's already tried to break into other peoples' rooms at the inn, so.
He steps back after that, eyeing Vash on the floor with the puppy held in one hand, looking from her to the Independent and back. She's panting and whimpering excitedly, and just thinking about it he knows she isn't going to let him get any sleep to shake off the remainder of the booze. So.
Wolfwood sighs, then reaches back to pull the door to his room open with his heel.]
Hang on a sec.
[He backs into it (Vash would be totally justified in thinking that Wolfwood is just leaving to his room for the night) and pushes it mostly closed before going back inside to nestle Angelina on his bed, knowing she won't actually stay there but hoping the allure of warmth will keep her there until he can check up on her later.]