One thing you had to notice at somepoint about Vanitas was that he never seemed to touch alcohol. Upon occasions where alcohol would be present, he seemed to act like it didn't exist. Like it wasn't even in his vision...

Except for this time... Perhaps it was that he mistook it for a mere soft drink, or maybe he really was just tired from the events of the prior weeks, but he sat down and seemed to immediately drink down a glass of liquor. For the record, quite weak liquor—

...and immediately regret it.

It felt instantaneous really. His cheeks burnt up to an almost worrying red colour, and his head dropped to the table with an equally worry crash sound. Maybe that was it. Maybe he ignored alcohol because it made him seem like no more than a weak boy. His poor liver...

In this state, it was the best choice to just... put him to the side. Not like he could do anything now, the man had ended up practically dead to the world from a drink, and now he had to pay the price. It was hard to tell if he was actually trying to sleep of just incapable of doing anything.

But, here's the thing. The moment you did as you, and turned to leave, your felt an arm weakly hold yours. It wasn't a strong grip in the slightest, no, but it was some sort of response from him. And you look at him again... He seemed to be sulking.

And then, as if to be more of a feline than a human, he nuzzled his cheek into your hand. What type of pathetic affection was this? It did seem to have a certain... charm to it.

What caught you so thoroughly off guard was the vulnerability in his actions. Perhaps that was another thing. He was vulnerable like this, he hated that. But, it couldn't be helped now. It couldn't be helped how clingy he was...

He then tried to speak, bless the pathetic little human's heart, all that came out was an incoherent noise, like a whine but far worse, a murmer? Incoherent nonetheless. Well, you certainly couldn't leave now...