Vanitas just chugged a glass of liquor on an empty stomach, thinking it was water, and you knew he couldn’t hold his liquor… Now he‘s nauseous and drunk, laying on the sofa like a ball of misery while Noé and the others continued to celebrate.

You felt bad for the little ball of misery on the sofa and got over to him, asking to help. He couldn’t, or rather, didn’t reply to you. He just held your hand. You were just about to go get him a blanket of some sorts, when you attempted to walk away, his grip on your hand tightened, and you looked back to see his flushed, miserable face nuzzling against your hand…