She only watches him shuffle the broken bottle around for a moment before huffing out a heavy breath, stomping a short distance off to retrieve the hand broom from beside the bar. A quiet, annoyed noise is the only verbal response, waving his foot away in order to sweep up the glass.
The time? It felt like the one thing they should all have in excess, but... come to think of it, she can't think she's ever seen Husk when he wasn't behind the bar, save during Charlie's lessons. And those were more of a requirement for continued residence than anything else.
โ ...Charlie'd love it, y'know. โ
The dustpan full of glass is taken, dumped into the trash with a satisfying clinking. It would seem that Vaggie's irritation went along with it : she's always been like this, burning hot like a flame but extinguishing just as quickly.
Not to say she wasn't still fucking annoyed at being woken up at the witching hour by his thunking on the piano. She very much was.
But what was the point in spitting at him?
โ ...yeah, I get... that. Actually. โ Silence left you alone with your thoughts, which were louder than any of the nonsense that the hotel could come up with. Awake now, Vaggie moved to sit on the couch off to the side, laying her head back. โ When I first... got here, I slept during the day mostly. So I could hear Char and Angel going around. Kept me... grounded. โ
So to speak. โ ...what are you playing, anyway? โ
origamiaround
baratheonpilled
ellievsbear
gummygunk
prguitarman
turnnoffyourmind
pixelskylines
