Who ⚔ Yael & assorted nerds What ⚔ A dungeon run and other things When ⚔ After the party Where ⚔ Errywhere Content Warnings ⚔ Men with their tits out? Alcohol??? No correlation there surprisingly. nsfw i'm sorry mom
[Ah, but of course he'll fuss over him. That what old men with no sense of propriety do, don't they? Aggrieved as the sighs that spool off Yael's tongue sound, his words contrast them sharply.]
You're a pain in the ass. Fine then... What do you propose?
[ The napkins aren't thick enough for all this liquid. Hector grabs another stack, notes how low the supply is getting, and scatters another layer on the ground.
He doesn't look at Yael. ]
Let me worry about you. I don't care what you do about or think of me.
[Oh, Hector. He'd slap him silly if he could. Slap everything but his ass, because frankly, he doesn't deserve to be rewarded for putting everyone's needs before his own.
Yael steps away to resist the temptation and grab a few towels from his personal room, dropping them on the wet floor and nudging them around with his foot.]
Nope. Not happening. Whatever you do to me is what I do to you. You're better off ignoring me if you don't want me on your ass.
[ Hector, in Yael's absence, begins his attempts to mop up the pool of alcohol, but the napkins aren't thick enough. They rip easily, and his hand catches on a shard of glass he missed. Ow. He quickly puts it in his mouth to get it to stop bleeding, steps back to wait it out.
He just watches as Yael finishes that up, and a wry grin bursts over his face.
He plants his hand on his hip, knowing it'll probably stain his armor, but who cares. ]
Then I guess we'll just be on each other's asses anyway. ...In the metaphorical sense, of course.
[ Because he won't not worry about Yael. Unfortunately, Hector will now willingly die for him. ]
Don't say that when I'm bent over in front of you.
[Unfortunately, bending down to sop up what remains of the mess requires doing just that. His poor, unguarded ass...]
Then we have an agreement.
[Straightening up, Yael just... puts the alcohol-soaked rags into his inventory. He'll throw them out later, supposing he remembers to.]
I don't know about you, but I need to log out and drink some real alcohol. I'll talk to you later. [...] Can I trust you not to do anything stupid on your own?
Nah. That thought doesn't even cross his mind. He snorts when Yael brings it up. Have some faith in him.
Things are mostly clean. It's a shame about the shelves though. And the bottles. Hector makes a mental note to pick up...however many got broken. ]
What, you think I'm gonna break more bottles or something? [ He quirks a brow. All that sincerity is quickly buried and covered up, his regular bravado coming back. ] I'll be fine. Go have your drink.
[It's a shame and Fai is most certainly going to ream him for this later... but that's supposing Hector doesn't overextend himself by taking on another issue and making it his own. If Fai isn't angry, Yael will know a certain Hector went on ahead and claimed responsibility for his little blowup. Your days of peace are numbered, old man.]
I think you're just as bad as me.
[Wringing the kinks from his neck, Yael ushers Hector away with a few flicks of his wrist. He can't claim drinking offline will help him feel better, but it'll muddle his memory enough to make up the difference.]
...Thanks.
[Blunt and unceremonious as ever, Yael utters his appreciation quietly before logging off for the night.]
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You're a pain in the ass. Fine then... What do you propose?
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He doesn't look at Yael. ]
Let me worry about you. I don't care what you do about or think of me.
[ More shards. He picks those up. ]
That's all.
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Yael steps away to resist the temptation and grab a few towels from his personal room, dropping them on the wet floor and nudging them around with his foot.]
Nope. Not happening. Whatever you do to me is what I do to you. You're better off ignoring me if you don't want me on your ass.
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He just watches as Yael finishes that up, and a wry grin bursts over his face.
He plants his hand on his hip, knowing it'll probably stain his armor, but who cares. ]
Then I guess we'll just be on each other's asses anyway. ...In the metaphorical sense, of course.
[ Because he won't not worry about Yael. Unfortunately, Hector will now willingly die for him. ]
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[Unfortunately, bending down to sop up what remains of the mess requires doing just that. His poor, unguarded ass...]
Then we have an agreement.
[Straightening up, Yael just... puts the alcohol-soaked rags into his inventory. He'll throw them out later, supposing he remembers to.]
I don't know about you, but I need to log out and drink some real alcohol. I'll talk to you later. [...] Can I trust you not to do anything stupid on your own?
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Nah. That thought doesn't even cross his mind. He snorts when Yael brings it up. Have some faith in him.
Things are mostly clean. It's a shame about the shelves though. And the bottles. Hector makes a mental note to pick up...however many got broken. ]
What, you think I'm gonna break more bottles or something? [ He quirks a brow. All that sincerity is quickly buried and covered up, his regular bravado coming back. ] I'll be fine. Go have your drink.
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I think you're just as bad as me.
[Wringing the kinks from his neck, Yael ushers Hector away with a few flicks of his wrist. He can't claim drinking offline will help him feel better, but it'll muddle his memory enough to make up the difference.]
...Thanks.
[Blunt and unceremonious as ever, Yael utters his appreciation quietly before logging off for the night.]