๋࣭ ⭑⚝ | Vash the stampede.

It was by no means unusual for Vash to come home drunk, considering he often went out with friends for fun. As his roommate, you were familiar with this, although it was hard for you not to feel worried when he stayed late, the clock already reading 1:23 a.m.

You were filled with relief when the apartment door opened, but you were quickly met by Vash's drunken murmurings and staggering steps.

• "Hey..."

he mumbled as he made eye contact with you, his face reddening.

Your dear friend is drunk, what will you do?