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Yeah, I want it. I'll go slow.

[Definitely an accidentally-suspicious saying.

[Tossing his shirt and coat over a chair, Alivian sits down in the same spot with a slight breath of relief, taking the weight from his legs and putting it to his less-hampered ass.

[It'll take a bit longer for his system to absorb the medicine.]

Is there something special today?

[It's obviously not him that's worth bringing good stuff out for!]

Edited 2024-09-03 01:42 (UTC)

[ Logan pulls out the bottle (it's a very special brand of old cognac he found on the body of a dead man, but he's not going to say where he found it) and straightens up, eyeing him as if he's being dumb. Which he thinks he is, but he also thinks it's a little cute. ]

I met you.

[ He says this as if it should be completely and utterly obvious, then carries the bottle over. ]

[It's Alivian's turn to blush. And blush some more. And make a face while doing so. His hands clasp over his lap, fingers fidgeting together as he sort of stares wide-eyed somewhere away from Logan.

[His record is not just scratching once. It's still scratching. It hasn't stopped.

[His verbosity is completely gone. All he can do is... sort of nod, in a visible, shocked daze.

[After a moment more, he reaches up for his coat and pulls the hood it has over his head and over most of his own face.]

[ Logan doesn't make him come out. He's not going do that. But he does sit across from him and nudge his knee with the bottle. ]

You know, if you hide like that, you can't get the taste out of your mouth.

[ Just saying it in a reasonable, even tone, but still letting him come out in his own time. ]

Yes I can.

[Oh good, he's not mute. He sees the bottle, and reaches for a few cords to unclasp the hood from the coat, leaving it completely on his head while he reaches for the bottle with both hands, steadily.

[He can definitely see it just fine by looking down.]

...I stand corrected.

[ Logan's mouth twitches as he completely represses the urge to tell him how cute he thinks he's being. It's obvious from his face, but Ali isn't looking at his face, right? ]

You're depriving me of looking at you.

[ Just a gentle tease. ]

...I'm making a weird face.

[It's called embarrassment. His ears lower and then lift up again at the word "depriving" until he registers the tone.

[After a moment, he unveils just most of one eye and then handles the bottle, if permitted. Look, see? He can see it.

[He's still making a very bewildered expression as he opens it up with care and only puts enough in his mouth to wet his tongue.

[His eyes immediately water and he hands the bottle back while just... letting the stuff sit there on his tongue. He can't tell which flavor he hates more: this or the stinky fish.

[But at least alcohol taste fades!]

[ Logan just starts laughing. It's not a mean sound, at least not intended to be. But he can't help but be amused when people get a real chance at the hard stuff and can't quite handle it. ]

Look, this is how you do it.

[ He takes an extremely long swig. Dammit, Logan. ]

[Alivian just sits there and takes that laughter, tongue in too much pain for him to use it, and the stank fish taste isn't gone yet.

[So he just sits there, a few tears dripping down his cheeks. He observes how easily Logan drinks it and feels-- well. Alarmed, but fuck it.

[Time to hide his face more. Until he swallows his little mouthful when he doesn't mean to, his body trying to get rid of the burn asap.

[Stank fish taste still there...

[Obviously pouting more than actually sad, Alivian attempts to replicate the long swig, and gets nowhere close; the cognac is fire on his tongue and in his nose. It burns hard and only makes him want to cry more, keeping a small portion in his mouth for, hopefully, the last time.

[It goes down warm, but it doesn't feel very good. Not with being laughed at and dealing with nasty fish taste.]

Are the tears because of the drink or because I laughed at you?

[ ...he feels bad now, if it's the latter. Hell, he feels bad if it's either, because Alivian is obviously trying to keep up with him. ]

Don't try to drink like me. I drink too much. As for the latter -

[ He voice falls gruff. ]

...sorry.

[His tail lightly thumps once. It feels like his whole body is flushing rapidly, and he firmly folds his arms against his chest as if to block out the strange feeling. It feels weird. Weird...

[He swallows the rest just to get it out of his mouth. It's good enough. The fish taste is mostly gone.

[He doesn't quite notice when he slumps forward and passes the fuck out.]

[ Logan... isn't surprised by this at all. He sighs and lets him slump for a moment, before getting up to take ahold of him and carry him to the bed.

Will this wake him up? Will the attempt disturb him at all? Or will it go unhindered? If the latter, he'll just keep an eye on him all night, sort of drunk himself. ]

[Nope, this wolf is out fucking cold, dude. He's completely dead weight, body shivering despite feeling externally very warm to the touch.

[He does calm slightly as he is placed on the bed, shivering a little less. He surfaces very slightly, long enough, as if some part of him realizes he should be awake, to curl his fingers around the nearest blanket, and sinks back under.]

[ Yeah, no, Logan tucks him in under a few blankets, trying to calm the shivers. He's definitely going to keep an eye on him as long as possible, and not pass out at all himself.

He's good at not doing it when he absolutely wants to. It's when he doesn't care that things get into trouble. He watches him for awhile, hand hovering, then gives in to the urge to pet his head a little.

Then sighs, shakes his head and separates again. ]

[The small bit of petting gets a little, quiet whimper - more animal than human, and as Logan's hand pulls away, his fingers twitch a little, tightening over the blanket. He shivers a little less, little by little. His body reluctantly acclimates to the alcohol in his system, though his breaths are a little uneven.

[But, he does sleep. If given enough time, everything starts to even out.

[He's sure going to hate it in the morning.]

[ And Logan does eventually sleep, in the end, but only for ten minutes. And then he wakes up again, alert, ready to defend either of them again.

No, actual sleep isn't happening on this night. He ends up just sitting very near him and considering a spot on the wall very carefully until Alivian awakens. When he does, he will be startled out of his eventual zoning out. ]

[Alivian does eventually wake with a low grunt, shifting beneath the sheets and rolling over slightly onto his stomach. He vaguely hears Logan there, but doesn't register much.

[His voice comes out hoarse, small, and dazed.]

Liora...? Sorry, can you grab my meds for me...? I don't... I had too much... Everything hurts...

[ He's quick on the job, even if he's not "Liora". He snaps to attention and hops to his feet. ]

Back in a minute.

[ And he is quick with some old water and the pills. Easy enough to get, left behind in the living room, just takes a little uncomfortable going through his jacket. ]

[If it's any consolidation, the jacket is super fucking soft and the pillbox rattles more than it did before with the drop in number. There's also a short, thick notebook with a stick of graphite in the other pocket.

[As it is, Alivian doesn't catch on to reality yet, just accepting the water and checking the pills he's given before taking them with the water. He then burrows back under the blankets with a quiet, canine whimper.

[It hurts to hear himself talk, and he has to drink a bit more of the water to make his throat feel less painful from dehydration.]

Thank you... If you've already made breakfast... you can eat mine.... Take care... on your way back home... okay?

...yeah, I'm not some maid or servant. It's me, Logan, the guy who fucked you hard.

[ His tone is so, so dry. And that notebook, by the way? He left it alone and respected his stuff completely. He's just that kind of guy, to respect someone's things and then speak so blatantly in nearly the same breath. He's complicated, okay? ]

Huh...?

[Blearily, Alivian wiggles out from under the blankets, wincing at the light. He blinks a few more teimes, and then slowly rolls back over onto his hip to look up at Logan more carefully.

[...No, it's not Liora. So who--

["It's me, Logan, the guy who fucked you hard."

[...Ah.]

Sorry Logan.

[Without thinking, he reaches out to lightly try to pat him, but ends up just patting the bed between them before burrowing deeper into the blankets. The blankets that smell like him, Logan, and distant sex.

[...Yeah, he remembers that.]

Liora is my nana. Well, we're not related by species. She's a lioness. She took me after the incident.

...I forgot where I was and when I was, sorry.

I remember coming in from outside and.. nothing.

Yeah, that's fine.

[ He shakes his head and almost laughs, then remembers how that went last time. No, stifle it down. ]

You drank something too heavy for you. You're feeling it now.

Sorry, I should hace thought before giving it to you.

[ When it comes to alcohol, he never thinks through the consequences of his own actions. it's a problem.. ]

Edited 2024-09-03 03:45 (UTC)

Oh...

[He pats along the bedding again, finds Logan, and then wiggles closer. Does that mean his head might come into slight contact with Logan's butt? Sure. Does he care? No. Not one bit. He just needs contact.]

Yeah, that would do it. My kind... we don't handle alcohol well. Something something... liver and kidneys are sensitive.

[He closes his eyes again with a small huff.]

...Thank you, for getting my medicine for me. It takes a bit to kick in. I think the alcohol interfered pretty bad.

[ Logan jerks a bit at the contact, taken by surprise, then settles down. ]

Hey there.

[ He kind of shifts around so they're aligned in a better way, so he can pat his back really easily. ]

Don't risk that stuff again.

[ Oh, how hypocritical is he? He hears it and winces. ]

[Alivian stiffens when he's touched along his back, but feeling that it's not a brief touch allows him to relax and let out a low, grumbly growl.]

Won't. My body feels like I'm stepping on knives.

[He lets his eyes drift closed again as he sighs.]

Whatever that was interfered with the medicine. Like I've missed a dose. I'll be better once this kicks in.

...I'm gonna cry if I have to move more than I already have.

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