[Wolfwood sleeps like a log. Normally, he'd dream. He'd have nightmares. But right now, it's like the alcohol lulls him into a sleep that is complete and uninterrupted for the first time. He's lucky that he doesn't get sick, but honestly it would probably take a lot to get Wolfwood to that point. He's made of some damn tough stuff, and if alcohol were liable to kill him then he'd probably have already been killed by far less.
He might have also slept in, if it weren't for the fact that his body can sense he's not in "his" room. In fact, his eyes open not long after Vash leaves to go check on the puppy, and for a while he just lays there in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The memories of yesterday come back to him, slowly. Wandering the grove. Going to the therapy building and his talk with Mizuki. Going to the rec room and nearly drowning before Elsword saved his ass.
And now he's here. In Vash's house. Having ultimately locked himself into a choice he made while drunk, even though he knows realistically he could just leave while Vash isn't here. He could steal away and they could pretend this never happened. But...
He doesn't regret choosing to do this, even if he wasn't fully in his right mind. He remembers Vash speaking in a way he wouldn't have expected from him, and it piqued something in his mind that is telling him he should pursue it while he still can. That isn't to say he's at all happy- far from it- but...well. Maybe he's willing to stick around, just to see what Vash might be about to offer.
So, he goes to find his now dry clothes (Which, incidentally, he realizes have been left by the fireplace. It doesn't take much thought to figure out who put them there) and redresses himself in the meantime, patting down his pockets only to realize with dismay that his dunk into the pool had not only ruined all of the cigarettes he had on his person (Heimr is going to kill him), it also probably ruined his lighter too. So, cool. He's going to need to do some shopping later, but honestly he probably shouldn't be smoking in Vash's house anyway. Instead, he'll grab for one of the wrapped suckers he'd left in his pocket, which are blissfully covered in plastic and were unbothered by the water.
That's how Vash is going to find him when he comes back. Wolfwood sitting on the edge of his bed with that blanket sort of loosely draped around his shoulders, dressed fully, with a lollipop stick in his mouth.]
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He might have also slept in, if it weren't for the fact that his body can sense he's not in "his" room. In fact, his eyes open not long after Vash leaves to go check on the puppy, and for a while he just lays there in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The memories of yesterday come back to him, slowly. Wandering the grove. Going to the therapy building and his talk with Mizuki. Going to the rec room and nearly drowning before Elsword saved his ass.
And now he's here. In Vash's house. Having ultimately locked himself into a choice he made while drunk, even though he knows realistically he could just leave while Vash isn't here. He could steal away and they could pretend this never happened. But...
He doesn't regret choosing to do this, even if he wasn't fully in his right mind. He remembers Vash speaking in a way he wouldn't have expected from him, and it piqued something in his mind that is telling him he should pursue it while he still can. That isn't to say he's at all happy- far from it- but...well. Maybe he's willing to stick around, just to see what Vash might be about to offer.
So, he goes to find his now dry clothes (Which, incidentally, he realizes have been left by the fireplace. It doesn't take much thought to figure out who put them there) and redresses himself in the meantime, patting down his pockets only to realize with dismay that his dunk into the pool had not only ruined all of the cigarettes he had on his person (Heimr is going to kill him), it also probably ruined his lighter too. So, cool. He's going to need to do some shopping later, but honestly he probably shouldn't be smoking in Vash's house anyway. Instead, he'll grab for one of the wrapped suckers he'd left in his pocket, which are blissfully covered in plastic and were unbothered by the water.
That's how Vash is going to find him when he comes back. Wolfwood sitting on the edge of his bed with that blanket sort of loosely draped around his shoulders, dressed fully, with a lollipop stick in his mouth.]