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[It's late morning when Syrlya finally manages to drag himself back to his own farm. His whole body feels heavy from the exhaustion--clearly a night's rest wasn't near enough for him. But he pushes open the door, pulling it shut behind him as he shambles out of the entryway and to the living room.

He collapses face first onto the couch with a groan. Maye he can just go back to sleep...]

Edited 2023-02-02 01:32 (UTC)

[The auction date is... a lot more than Syrlya had anticipated. It's fancy? They're going to be here for hours. Adelis doesn't like boats.

So Syrlya decides early on they'll stick to activities that stay on the inside, where the rock of the waves and sound of the sea isn't as noticeable. So once they've had a couple hours to settle in, they check out the bar--not for binge drinking this time. Syrlya is even already looking at the appetizer menu to have some food alongside the drinks.]

Tomato and basil flatbread, pretzels with mustard, hot wings... do you want anything specific?

[Well, aside from a Mishka shaped hiccup this whole venture hasn't really been that bad. With so much time he and Adelis have gone back and forth seeing each other and doing other things (in Syrlya's case, mostly chatting) until the sun is setting one more.

As it's mostly over the horizon, Syrlya has returned to their room around the same time Adelis has. He lets the door click behind him, absently locking it for privacy before he goes to sit at the edge of the bed.] How are you feeling?

[Owen's thankfully run off, leaving Otegine time to lick his wounds and take care of the chickens with a bit of a sulking demeanor. Oh, chickens. What a night he's had. Yall have it so nice in this new coop.

Slipping into the house to get some water, he has to do a double take when he spots his roommate lying prone on the couch.]

Syrlya?

[Oh boy. He detours automatically, a gentle lean over the back of the couch with a hand out to touch one of his shoulders. Is... he awake? He looks really rough.]

...Hey. You need anything?

[Without lifting his face from the couch:] I would say 'a drink' but that's what got me in this state to begin with.

[He probably can't kill an alcohol headache with more alcohol... tempting as it is to try.] That damn auction. No one outbid me on Adelis?

[Given how his morning has gone, getting stuck on a date with someone he can't tolerate is the last thing Adelis needs.]

[ It always has to be the fucking boats, doesn't it.

It's...huge. Enough you can't feel the rocking of the waves, and can steer clear of even a glimpse of blue if you tried, so there's that. There's some surreal sense of bewilderment that follows him when they walk around, clearly not used to this level of luxury- for himself, anyway. He's been to Nov Ostoya, the Crimson Heights, gotten the slightest taste of it in passing, albeit without getting to really enjoy it...but having everything handed to him feels surreal.

Adelis is occupied eyeballing all the fancy crystal glasses and bottles on display, only shifting his attention towards Syrlya when he speaks. At the very least, he's had a few days to gather himself and...put himself in a slightly better mood. ]

...Flatbread, I suppose. [ It's the only familiar sounding thing of the bunch. ] I'm not quite the expert on what pairs with what, but bread does go with nigh everything.

[Ahhhh, the good old hangover. Well, he can't say he's surprised. Syrlya's shoulder gets another firm rub in acknowledgement before Otegine can be heard moving away from the couch.]

Nope. I stayed until everything wrapped up. You definitely won that one.

I'll get you some water. Tea, too, alright? I think I found a good green one the other day. Ah... too bad we don't have plums yet. Some of the others would swear by umeboshi.

[The cupboard opens with the quiet rustle of ceramics and metal, the careful rush of the tap into the sink.]

I'm guessing neither of you swung by to take a look at the results yourself?

Edited (Oh my god nik wake up and use ur eyeballs) 2023-02-02 05:34 (UTC)

[He lets out a sigh of relief. Oh, thank goodness.]

No, I came straight here once... well, once Adelis was ready to be left alone. [That's the gentlest way to put it.

Tea, though... any sort of hydration sounds good at this point, though he's yet to get up from the couch.]

[It's put both of them in a better mood on the heels of the date auction and the terrible morning after.]

That's true. I hadn't even considered pairing. [His taste buds are a little broken. He sets the menu down as he looks up at the server.] We'll have the flatbread. And for drinks--is that really fermented nectar?

[It's a surprise to see here. He's never actually seen the other races brew it.]

I'm glad the two of you had company. I won't lie, Syr, I was worried about both of you all night.

[He gently sets the kettle up, filling an extra glass with water and crossing the space, this time kneeling in front of the couch. No giving breakable objects to the tree until he knows he's steady enough for it.]

Do you want good news or bad news about the rest of the auction?

[ A very unpleasant Mishka-shaped hiccup, as it were. Still, it felt...somewhat good to get it out, considering it's been a few days with that brewing in Adelis' head. Not good enough, but it was something. The opportunity to relax in some capacity has done wonders for the tension that's been settling in his shoulders since the beginning of Fall.

They cross paths again after the sun begins to set over the horizon, deciding to duck away from any opportunity of running into a certain face again for a while. He only looks up from removing his gloves as he's addressed, baring the black tints of his fingers as he offers an idle hum. ]

I've felt better. But I've also felt worse, so I suppose that's a boon. [ Honest man, as always. ] And yourself?

Edited 2023-02-02 05:48 (UTC)

[...

Syrlya lets out a long, agonized sigh.] You might as well start with the bad news. Can't imagine things are much worse than I am expecting.

[ Terrible morning after indeed.

That raises an eyebrow, from where he's leaning casually on the bar from his seat, but he opts not to comment- he doesn't really know the dietary concerns of plants, so he can't really judge.

...Except maybe right now. ]

...And I take it that's familiar to you? [ People have drank stranger things, he supposes, but finding plants that aren't poisonous is a task in it's own. ] Nectar is not something I'd expect to see on the shelves of a bar, even in the Crimson Heights.

[He taps Syr's shoulder gently with the bottom of the glass. Water first, my dude.]

Maybe not quite as bad, but... you deserve not to get any more nasty surprises.

Let me make sure you're not gonna pass out on me first, though. Fair enough?

I'll admit, better than I was before we boarded the ship.

[Absently he opens the drawer of the end table near the chocolates, picking up one of the massage oils and turning the bottle over curiously.] But if this has been relaxing at all to you, I'll consider that a success. It may not have been our intention but we may as well make the most of things.

[All right, all right. Syrlya grips the couch and pushes himself up onto a sitting position. He looks fine, just exhausted, and there's some blood smeared on his lips--not his, clearly, given it's red.

He takes the glass of water, and a quick sip.] I'm all right, Otegine.

You're... bleeding? Your mouth, Syr...

[He doesn't reach out to correct it, but his brow does tighten pretty instantly, a tap of his hand against his mouth to show Syrlya where he means. The fuck happened to you, man...?]

Well, it's a specialty of my people. At least in Tyria--it's very sweet, and some mix of floral and fruit flavors.

[To the bartender:] I'll have a glass of that, thank you.

Huh? [Syrlya reached to wipe at the blood--with a loved finger that, as it turns out, is also stained with it. He stares at his thumb.] Oh! No, this isn't my blood, I don't--I don't bleed like this.

[ Well, that's fortunate. They had both had a rough end of the month, himself in probably more ways, but he leans against the desk with a bit less exhaustion in his limbs than he did before. Despite being on a boat, there was enough to do inside (and enough room to avoid certain people), that he was able to focus on other things. ]

While overwhelming for someone of my social class- [ He's a poor man, despite his appearance, after all- ] I will admit it was...distracting enough.

[ He quirks an eyebrow at the bottle in Syrlya's hand. Ah, right. He had forgotten those were there, really, only giving them a passing glance when he had entered. ]

[ Huh. He'll give a dismissive nod to that, at least, but the mention of sweet and floral turns him off of it himself. He'll let his gaze flicker to the selection again, roaming for something that seems interesting enough-

Before his gaze settles on a bottle that has him pausing in mild surprise. ]

Lord's Lament. Now, that's not something I was expecting to see again. [ Especially considering it's very specific side-effects. For a moment, he seems to mull it over, before a bright rush of spite urges him to gesture to the wine in question. ] I'll take a glass of that.

[He twists open the bottle to sniff it, curiously, but when he sees Adelis glance at it he offers the bottle for him to take if he wants.] Well, how much more do you need distracting? There's still hours left before they're going to dock us.

[But it's still... definitely somebody's blood, given how Syrla puts it. Uhhh.

Okay, well, since he knows Syrlya isn't going anywhere anytime soon, he can at least finish rubbing his own hand over his face in alarm and just go fetch a washcloth.]

Geez, Syr, are... you sure Adelis is okay?? [Hollered on his way to the bathroom. He is clumsily multitasking his way through life right now, it's fine.]

I don't mean to change the subject on you or anything, but -- what, did you guys just spar with live steel or something this morning? That's all still pretty red.

[One glass of nectar and one glass of Lord's Lament, coming up. The drinks are a quick pour, which leaves them waiting for the appetizer.] Favored wine from Ostoya?

FALL CATCH-ALL

For Otegine (Fall 1)

Cruise Date (first week of Fall)

At the Bar (Adelis, later Mishka)

for Adelis (NSFW)

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