Shadewood Drunk Nights are more fun than Sober Ones

@Kukutux <456789 because we needed another one

He had made up with Gwen...or rather they had made up with each other. But he had only just began getting over guilt. Acually, it was a lie- He hadn't gotten over it. In fact, he felt worse. He felt as though had he not taken Kukutux in, that this depression would have never taken him so willingly...but he let it. He allowed it for the betterment, for the housing, for the survival of Kukutux. 

Was it warranted? 

His body was reforming after his starvature, the body of a high-metabolismed beast returning after he repaired the wittling away with a few feasts with Gwen. His body was still being breathed back to life while he returned to the tucked den of the cream and butter fae with the familiar sapphires. Idly he wondered what would happen should he try to have a conversation with her. He was unaware of her and Gwen having had a conversation already, and his ignorance was seemingly meant to be rectified today.

"Kukutux?.." his callout was soft, hesitant, almost as though he expected her to be furious at him, too.