Drunk! Ashveil headcanons
Drunk! Ashveil, whose movements are sluggish, all his usual smooth moves now turned heavy, uncoordinated. When you lean in for a kiss, his brain short-circuits, and suddenly, you feel his tongue swiping across your face... He doesn't know what he's doing. If you boop his nose, he'll try to chase after your finger with his teeth, and you can't help but laugh at how silly he is.
Drunk! Ashveil, who loves other people's personal space, resting his head on your shoulder, or your lap, or on top of yours, his hands wrapping around your body as he pulls you close to him. Slipping his prosthetic hand underneath your shirt and making you jump from the cold sensation of metal claws against your skin.
Drunk! Ashveil, who lets out the most pathetic little whines when you tease him about his state, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he buries his face into your neck, trying to retain some shred of dignity.
Drunk! Ashveil, who forgets things or gets them mixed up, moaning about how he missed you all day. He'll cry about how you left him alone or whatever (you didn't; he went out for a case, and you wished him a nice day and all). No matter what you do or say, it's not getting through to his intoxicated mind.
"I didn't see you all day..."
"Ashveil, you literally kissed me goodbye at the door."
"Don't remember that. You should kiss me now to make up for it"
Drunk! Ashveil, whose lips find your skin while you sit in his lap, lazily pressing kisses against your neck. He's just kinda fidgeting with his mouth along his darling's skin, occasionally nibbling at the tender flesh, when he suddenly hears a scream and sees that he's left a big, fat bite mark there.
Drunk! Ashveil, who's getting shoved into the freezer by you and Mr. N so he can sober up. You can hear his sad, drunk little whimpers as he apologizes for biting you, pleading for you to let him out, promising that he'll be a good boy for you. You know that it's a trap: as soon as you open that door, powerful arms will coil around your waist and drag you into the freezing pit, pressing you against a ravenous beast hungry for his pretty love.
Naughty wolves get put in freezer jail