[Vash exhales a sigh that's partially a groan, partially a whine -- he's comfortable where he is, and he doesn't want to do anything about changing that. He's at least somewhat aware they're in the middle of a McDonald's, and maybe that plus the sudden growl in his stomach that has him lifting his head up and pushing himself upright. His hands linger on Wolfwood's clothes though, before they too, retreat.]
Okaaaay, alright. Gotcha. [He even more reluctantly lets loose of Wolfwood completely, taking a step or four backward before turning to more or less plant himself at the nearest table for 4 people. Not two. 4. Mostly because half of it is a booth and he wants to shove himself into the corner to prop himself up.
While he's waiting (and it probably isn't long?) he pulls his phone out to thumb through messages but doesn't have the concentration to actually text anyone -- for the best really. When Wolfwood approaches with the veritable drunk food bounty he visibly lights up, turning his openly excited look full on at his best friend, the love of his life, the moon to his sun the...]
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Okaaaay, alright. Gotcha. [He even more reluctantly lets loose of Wolfwood completely, taking a step or four backward before turning to more or less plant himself at the nearest table for 4 people. Not two. 4. Mostly because half of it is a booth and he wants to shove himself into the corner to prop himself up.
While he's waiting (and it probably isn't long?) he pulls his phone out to thumb through messages but doesn't have the concentration to actually text anyone -- for the best really. When Wolfwood approaches with the veritable drunk food bounty he visibly lights up, turning his openly excited look full on at his best friend, the love of his life, the moon to his sun the...]