[ He needs to take the stairs a little slower than usual, but he won't say anything about his condition if Vash won't. He laughs a little under his breath at the nicknames comment -- no, that's Wolfwood's thing, isn't it? Refusing to call anyone by their name and instead coming up with his own titles. At first Vash had thought that it was a way of keeping his distance -- after all, for most of the time they've spent together, Wolfwood was working for Knives. But now?
Now it's just charming.
The very drunk man at the bar downstairs blinks blearily up at them, and Vash amends that to mostly charming. ]
You started without me?
[ What he needs are food and sleep, but what's here, now, are Wolfwood and alcohol. Clearly this is what the universe wants for him in this moment, and who is he to argue with the universe? ]
You'd better have saved me some!
[ He just has to keep his feet under him long enough to get to that barstool, and then he can stop moving for awhile. No problem. ]
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Now it's just charming.
The very drunk man at the bar downstairs blinks blearily up at them, and Vash amends that to mostly charming. ]
You started without me?
[ What he needs are food and sleep, but what's here, now, are Wolfwood and alcohol. Clearly this is what the universe wants for him in this moment, and who is he to argue with the universe? ]
You'd better have saved me some!
[ He just has to keep his feet under him long enough to get to that barstool, and then he can stop moving for awhile. No problem. ]