Backdated before Vash's post

[lupusxylem]

Who: Wolfwood and YOU
What: Wolfwood has come back from the grave and is not making it anyone's problem
When: Week of the 24th oocly roughly, icly who knows
Where: Clinic/Grove outskirts
Warnings: Will edit if needed


A)

[For a while, Wolfwood is relegated to the clinic, unable to leave due to needing time to recover from his near-death experience with the Forest immediately after reviving. He can't exactly leave, nor is he going to try to refuse anyone who tries to come visit, whether it be to yell at him for what he did, or just to see him for whatever reason.

Judging by the way he's half-sitting in bed staring away from the door, he doesn't particularly care either way. His missing leg, obvious by the empty space where his leg would be under the sheets, is a permanent eyesore.]

B) Netbook

[Though he has been alive for almost a week, but it isn't until he finally leaves the clinic that he addresses the Grove proper. A simple message in his usual messy scrawl appears in everyone's notebooks.]

its wolfwood
yall were right
sorry

C)

[Actually finding Wolfwood to speak to him might be a bit of a harder task. He isn't actually at or around the Church at all right now, seemingly avoiding it for the most part. Not hard to imagine why.

There will be, however, an evening just before sundown proper where Wolfwood will ask Livio to help him out by the river. He won't try to venture any closer to the Grove, keeping on the side of the river where Vash's house is instead.

There he will sit in his wheelchair by the softly rushing water, watching the bio-luminescent seaborn bloop along near the shallows.]

Comments

[unheiring]

You seemed fond of brandy whilst we were celebrating the opening of the bar.

[And so, he presents the highest quality brandy he had in stock. It's fine, the spirit will replace it sooner or later.]

If you have other preferences, I can swap it out. It is a gift to you, so I would rather you enjoy it to the fullest.

[lupusxylem]

[Despite his grousing...Wolfwood will reach out and take the bottle as it's handed to him, turning it over in his hands so he can look at the label. Sure enough, it's just like what he'd had that night, only undoubtedly a lot nicer.]

...nah. I ain't gonna turn my nose up at a gift.

[He maneuvers the bottle in his lap, setting it at his side.]

It's. Kind of you to bring me this, after everythin'. Thanks.

[unheiring]

It is... the least I could have done.

[But they've already debated the whole "was this your fault" bit. He won't try push his luck on having that argument again, thank you very much.]

I won't keep you. But if you do find that you need more, come see me. On the house. [He manages to crack a smirk.] For a few more weeks, at least.

[lupusxylem]

On the house. For real?

[Wolfwood looks sidelong at Luca.]

Dangerous proposition, yaknow that?

[unheiring]

Oh, dear. Whatever will I do without a few extra shells.

[He shakes his head, clearly amused.]

The bar sustains itself. We do not want for food here, and even if I did? The river is right here. So yes, "for real," as you say.

[lupusxylem]

...alright. I'll hafta take you up on that, then.

[He pauses for a moment, thinking.]

Am I allowed to take a bottle out of the bar with me?

[unheiring]

That seem as if it may take advantage of our deal, but... [A sigh.] I suppose one might be able to look the other way.

[lupusxylem]

What if I told you it wasn't just for me?

Figure I might as well share the wealth with my boyfriends, and all.

[unheiring]

[Oh, that gets an eyeroll out of Luca.]

Whatever makes your evening more romantic, I suppose. Just do me a favor and don't? Drink and tell.

[lupusxylem]

Tch, who do you take me for? If there's one thing I ain't interested in doin', it's sharing anecdotes about my lovelife.

[And not just because it's, uh. Rocky, sometimes.]

Sounds like you got bad experience with that, though. Guess that comes with the territory ownin' a bar.

[unheiring]

It's only happened the once. That red-headed, horned man...

[He shakes his head.]

Unimportant, though. I am glad to know you have the good sense to not blab incessantly.

[lupusxylem]

...I think I get what you mean.

[Don't worry, he's seen the guy Luca is talking about. He knows.]

Listen, the only time you'll catch me blabbin' is if I've had a drink, and that's exactly why I asked if I could take it home. You feel me?

[unheiring]

[You, Wolfwood? You are a good man.]

Then if it spares me the suffering, by all means. Take a bottle home. Or two, even.

[lupusxylem]

That's more like it. I won't overdo it. You have my word.

[He might overdo it a teeeeeeensy bit, but it's fine it's nothing Luca would actually notice.]