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
[ 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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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.]