Wolfgang does not want to be here. He doesn't want anything from the gods. He does not want to be at a party so close on the heels of the series of funerals he's been to over the past few weeks. Apparently it's not an opt-out event, though, and he's not going to be rude about it because they're still gods, but...
Well, for one thing, the item he received -- he's not going to keep it (fuck no) and he's not going to just drop it off without seeing that it goes to whoever it properly belongs to. Who is hopefully not some kind of maniac.
Just having come off two shifts at two different jobs, he was falling asleep on his feet, so he called a friend of his and asked if he had anything. That woke him up, but it also makes it pretty hard to focus. His outfit consists entirely of shades of white and grey, and none of it quite fits right as he's not had the time or money to get anything tailored. He's experimenting some, mixing a sheer womenswear blouse with a menswear cardigan -- and a hat, which he removes once he's indoors because it's polite.
He gets a drink and goes to sit down. Reason: the item he's carrying is an enormous revolver. Like, seriously huge. It's not loaded, he made sure, but he's treating it like it is because that's basic gun safety; you treat a weapon like it's live unless it's in pieces in front of you. The problem is just that he can barely lift the damn thing. He is extremely self-conscious about being seen with it, considering that whole convicted criminal thing, and it's obvious in his face and body language.
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Well, for one thing, the item he received -- he's not going to keep it (fuck no) and he's not going to just drop it off without seeing that it goes to whoever it properly belongs to. Who is hopefully not some kind of maniac.
Just having come off two shifts at two different jobs, he was falling asleep on his feet, so he called a friend of his and asked if he had anything. That woke him up, but it also makes it pretty hard to focus. His outfit consists entirely of shades of white and grey, and none of it quite fits right as he's not had the time or money to get anything tailored. He's experimenting some, mixing a sheer womenswear blouse with a menswear cardigan -- and a hat, which he removes once he's indoors because it's polite.
He gets a drink and goes to sit down. Reason: the item he's carrying is an enormous revolver. Like, seriously huge. It's not loaded, he made sure, but he's treating it like it is because that's basic gun safety; you treat a weapon like it's live unless it's in pieces in front of you. The problem is just that he can barely lift the damn thing. He is extremely self-conscious about being seen with it, considering that whole convicted criminal thing, and it's obvious in his face and body language.