[ He blurts out instantly without hesitation, glowering at his friend from beneath the makeshift hood. That's probably a little unfair and it's not that Vash truly thinks Wolfwood a thief, but he's not exactly in the most gracious of moods here.
Still, he feels bad and is fully prepared to foot the bill should he have the funds to do so. Which is highly debatable when he can't even remember most of the night. Knowing his drunken self, the likelihood he spend most if not all of his money is far from small. He can still hope though. Maybe he forgot his wallet, played cards for his drinks, or maybe he coasted along and drank at the generous behest of other patrons. All of it has happened before and so is certainly not impossible. He fervently hopes that's the case and he'll avoid becoming too much of a burden.
The foot is pulled back into the bundle of fabrics and a scarred arm appears instead, motioning vaguely to the other end of the room. ]
My wallet should be in my bag.
[ Sorry, but his bag is there on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. He is not getting up to go anywhere any time soon. Wolfwood is free to check for himself and see. ]
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[ He blurts out instantly without hesitation, glowering at his friend from beneath the makeshift hood. That's probably a little unfair and it's not that Vash truly thinks Wolfwood a thief, but he's not exactly in the most gracious of moods here.
Still, he feels bad and is fully prepared to foot the bill should he have the funds to do so. Which is highly debatable when he can't even remember most of the night. Knowing his drunken self, the likelihood he spend most if not all of his money is far from small. He can still hope though. Maybe he forgot his wallet, played cards for his drinks, or maybe he coasted along and drank at the generous behest of other patrons. All of it has happened before and so is certainly not impossible. He fervently hopes that's the case and he'll avoid becoming too much of a burden.
The foot is pulled back into the bundle of fabrics and a scarred arm appears instead, motioning vaguely to the other end of the room. ]
My wallet should be in my bag.
[ Sorry, but his bag is there on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall. He is not getting up to go anywhere any time soon. Wolfwood is free to check for himself and see. ]