Yeah, yeah...[He mumbled at the small whine, and he was relieved when the hand on his back and the small wait at least seemed to make his nausea settle somewhat.
What he wasn't quite sure how to deal with was the way, when he wobbled back up against his side and leaned on him for support again, the feeling of his head dropping onto his shoulder and the sound of his voice beginning to go muzzy made him feel some sort of way that was better left unaddressed.
Good luck with that, though. He still had to wrap his arm back around under his arms, holding him up and close so that when he began walking him again - slower and more carefully this time - he was safe and secure from the risk of dropping like a stone.]
I'm makin' you drink an entire canteen of water when we get back, just so you know. Otherwise, you'll be absolutely miserable the entire time we're on the road tomorrow. [And it had been hard enough for him as it was, the last time he'd conked out in the sidecar from a massive hangover, and Wolfwood had found himself wanting to reach down and brush his fingers through the rumpled hair on top of his head after he'd ended up leaning it against his leg to sleep. It was like having a cat snuggle up next to you when you least expected it. Before you knew it, you had reached down and were petting the damn thing without even meaning to, and so help him, if it turned out Vash purred if he petted him, he was screwed.
Getting through the door of the inn was one thing. Navigating the stairs with a blottoed Humanoid Typhoon was another thing entirely. He actually paused at the foot of the steps, stared up at them for a minute, and then sighed.]
Alright. One foot at a time, dumbass. Otherwise you'll fall over and take us both out.
Yeah, I'm just a bit newer on that meme, so I'd always heard about the captchas but not seen it lol
What he wasn't quite sure how to deal with was the way, when he wobbled back up against his side and leaned on him for support again, the feeling of his head dropping onto his shoulder and the sound of his voice beginning to go muzzy made him feel some sort of way that was better left unaddressed.
Good luck with that, though. He still had to wrap his arm back around under his arms, holding him up and close so that when he began walking him again - slower and more carefully this time - he was safe and secure from the risk of dropping like a stone.]
I'm makin' you drink an entire canteen of water when we get back, just so you know. Otherwise, you'll be absolutely miserable the entire time we're on the road tomorrow. [And it had been hard enough for him as it was, the last time he'd conked out in the sidecar from a massive hangover, and Wolfwood had found himself wanting to reach down and brush his fingers through the rumpled hair on top of his head after he'd ended up leaning it against his leg to sleep. It was like having a cat snuggle up next to you when you least expected it. Before you knew it, you had reached down and were petting the damn thing without even meaning to, and so help him, if it turned out Vash purred if he petted him, he was screwed.
Getting through the door of the inn was one thing. Navigating the stairs with a blottoed Humanoid Typhoon was another thing entirely. He actually paused at the foot of the steps, stared up at them for a minute, and then sighed.]
Alright. One foot at a time, dumbass. Otherwise you'll fall over and take us both out.