[it's a small comfort to know that had Vincent been aware of the events transpiring, he'd have been thoroughly pleased at the inconvenience his limp body was causing.
unfortunately for his sense of bratty contentment, he doesn't return to the waking world until long after his journey has ended. the last memories have his instincts screaming at him to bolt upright immediately, but his battered body simply refuses to comply. the most he can do is attempt to beat back the godawful headache boring through his skull and roll over onto his side with a muffled groan in order to better inspect his current environment.
the room was wholly unfamiliar to him, but the sight of his guitar propped up against the bed told him everything he needed to know: he'd lost. the thought vexes him a bit, but after such a powerful struggle Vincent can't find it within him to be sour. it had been...a completely satisfying experience, much to his surprise.
but that didn't mean he was even remotely inclined to hang around and make small talk with the victor. the sounds of activity from the bathroom informs him that there's still a little time to slink away, if his agonized muscles will allow him. as soon as he's given himself a few moments to simply lay and breathe out of courtesy Vincent is dedicating himself to the attempt, starting first with sliding out of the bed slowly.
this was going to have to be done in shifts, but there was really no way to get around that with his body in the condition it was. so long as he made sure to pause between actions it should still be manageable, albeit unpleasant.]
i see you
unfortunately for his sense of bratty contentment, he doesn't return to the waking world until long after his journey has ended. the last memories have his instincts screaming at him to bolt upright immediately, but his battered body simply refuses to comply. the most he can do is attempt to beat back the godawful headache boring through his skull and roll over onto his side with a muffled groan in order to better inspect his current environment.
the room was wholly unfamiliar to him, but the sight of his guitar propped up against the bed told him everything he needed to know: he'd lost. the thought vexes him a bit, but after such a powerful struggle Vincent can't find it within him to be sour. it had been...a completely satisfying experience, much to his surprise.
but that didn't mean he was even remotely inclined to hang around and make small talk with the victor. the sounds of activity from the bathroom informs him that there's still a little time to slink away, if his agonized muscles will allow him. as soon as he's given himself a few moments to simply lay and breathe out of courtesy Vincent is dedicating himself to the attempt, starting first with sliding out of the bed slowly.
this was going to have to be done in shifts, but there was really no way to get around that with his body in the condition it was. so long as he made sure to pause between actions it should still be manageable, albeit unpleasant.]