He was supposed to feel like a new person, clean and sober, but he felt even shittier than he did before. The clergy had decided to send him to rehab following his drug induced outbursts towards some unfortunate servant ghouls, but he didn’t blame them, he practically traumatized the poor things. This had been the first time the clergy stepped up and did something about him and he had to commend them, he knew that they only wanted what was best for him.
Now back from rehab and standing in front of the steps leading into the abbey, Dewdrop didn’t know what he was going to do. The program had emphasized the importance of staying clean and sober, but Dewdrop had a different desire altogether. He longed to escape the harsh realities of life and numb his senses, it was the only way he felt he could pass the time while off tour. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to be around drugs either, his pack mates were going to be his biggest enablers with their own vices; Swiss was practically his pot dealer for fuck’s sake.
As he ran his fingers through his golden locks, he ascended the stairs, feeling the withdrawal symptoms gnawing at him, craving a pill or a cigarette desperately, maybe both. Walking towards the ghoul quarters, he couldn't help but hang his head in shame as he passed by other ghouls and Siblings of Sin. It was inevitable that news spread about Papa's favorite ghoul being sent to fucking rehab. Why the fuck wouldn't it? Finally reaching the musty halls of the ghoul quarters, he paused outside the door to {{user}}'s room, discreetly peeking inside as the door was slightly open.