[closed] the wolfs upon him

[goen]

WHO: Yato and the Wolfs Bigby, Elizabeth, and Jade
WHERE: The Wolf apartment!
WHEN: Feb. 3, Founder's Day evening
WHAT: Yato gently lets himself into the Wolf flat (read: breaks in) for a quick shower. Nothing goes according to keikaku.
WARNINGS: Weapon brandishing? Threats? Hopefully nothing worse??

[ Yato smells like sweat and alcohol. Yato has to work in the morning. Yato needs a shower.

Which is why he's nosing around the Wolf apartment, peeking furiously into windows to see who's home. The night isn't quite over yet, especially for Founder's Day, so he's counting on the neighbors being too absent or partying too hard to notice a stranger nosing around. Could he have called Jade to make sure it was okay to to come over? Maybe. Maybe!! But he sees little point in dragging her back home when she's probably out having a good time, and he takes quick showers anyway. It doesn't have to be a big deal.

The lights are all off and the apartment is dead quiet. Yato jiggles the window to Jade's room open and rolls on in, landing a tad gracelessly. He may have got caught up in the celebratory atmosphere and had a drink or two too much, because now his stomach isn't agreeing with him; it roils unpleasantly, and Yato has to fight not to barf all over Jade's bed. Water... he needs water...

Putting the shower off for a moment, he drags himself into the kitchen and turns on the light. He rifles through cupboards until he can find a cup and fills it from the tap. While he's at it, he nabs a loaf of bread sitting around -- the Wolfs won't miss one slice too much, right? He sits at the kitchen table and nurses his water and bread, waiting for his stomach to settle. Cabinets are still open and it looks like a minor mess, but he'll clean up after himself once he's feeling better.

Unfortunately, Yato's so absorbed in his nausea that he doesn't notice the apartment door being unlocked... ]

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[puffing]

Oh, here we go. The pity party is arriving a little too late, don't you think?

[ of course Bigby is going to be the harsh one of the trio. poor Yato has too many emotions being thrown at him, with the patriarch's fierce finger pointing and glares, Elizabeth's softening, hazy eyes and Jade doing her best to remain neutral by not snarking her parents for being strict or being overly protective of the boy she brought into their home. he probably wants to just bail at this point, but he isn't about to let that happen.

once Elizabeth returns (with delicious poptarts at that, ty babe) and Jade follows suit, he gives himself a moment to breathe and pace himself. he can feel the young Wolf's concern with her words and listens to Elizabeth as she acts as the sobering, ironically enough, voice in the room. only after that does he sit down and break apart his delicious orange soda pastry, offering the other half to the boy. ]

I know how it is. Being homeless, I mean. Did it a few times as a teenager up in New York. You can probably imagine.

[goen]

[ Yato feels a little less cornered when Jade comes back into the room, and he glances at her gratefully. Elizabeth with her... late night pop tarts?... softens Bigby's raw intensity. He chooses not to answer the mother Wolf because he doesn't attend the college even though he knows he's smart enough to, and refuses to go to a shelter because it would be proving his father right. More things about him that aren't logical, and any explanation he could give these people trying to help him all at once retreats into a tight ball in his chest. He's being stupid, like always, and would rather not face their disappointment and disbelief if he were to vocalize the proof of it.

The proffered poptart grabs his attention. Bigby's admission, moreso. Truth be told, it's easy to imagine Bigby roughing it. Easier to imagine than him having a lovely wife and cute daughter, actually. How on earth did that even happen. Slowly, Yato takes the poptart half. ]

What did you do to pull yourself out of it?

[puffing]

[ pop-tarts do crazy, wonderful things. they forge new friendships and relationships as well as mend them. apparently they even possess the power to de-escalate a situation that risked the possibility of a young man dying tonight, let alone the death of a lovely piece of furniture at that. maybe Bigby is just hungry after being stuck in the Retrospec building immediately after the discovery of chocobos. maybe he's willing to be more forgiving the more he learns about Yato. either way, it goes to show that being upfront and speaking to Mr. Wolf honestly does nothing to worsen his mood. ]

Mm. [ his question makes him chew on his thoughts as he chews into the almighty orange soda filling that makes everything right in the world. Bigby's eyes fall briefly on his daughter, unnaturally solemn and his wife who was still just trying to get a grasp of everything that has happened. the food is swallowed down before he continues. ] I was a foster child. Would have rather lived on the streets than under the roof of someone who didn't give a shit about me, let alone play pretend parents. That's how I thought of 'em at the time, anyway. Did that whole routine until I was old enough to move here, and then Jade and Elizabeth happened. Got a job, went to school. The whole nine.

[ his throat suddenly feels dry as he talks more than he would normally be comfortable with. he clears his throat and finishes. ]

If you expect me to give you a... "get rich" scheme or advice on how to personally see your way out of the situation you're in, I don't have what you want. What I can tell you is that it doesn't have to be permanent if you don't want it to be. You clearly know how to get the fuck around if you found my susceptible daughter and her even more susceptible kindness. Use those charms of yours to get yourself a job you can keep.