[She wants to text him that it's not funny, but she also figures he'll stick with it even if he didn't pass out. So she doesn't even bother.
Instead she does her best to find where he is. She doesn't explore this place enough to know exactly where he is talking about, but she isn't afraid to ask people for directions. The people she can find.
Which is not many.
Probably why it takes her a little over an hour to find the place when it wasn't that far from where she started.
She looks in the alleyways before the shop while she shoots him a quick text that says "i'm here" because she realizes she only vaguely knows what he looks like.]
[It started as a joke, sure, but then she took a little over an hour to get there, so he's definitely curled up against one of the dumpsters with his tail wrapped around himself like a fluffy blanket, comically large fox ears twitching now and again.
The loud ring-and-vibrate of his phone is just enough to wake him up, making him yelp none-too-quietly,]
Fuck!
[And then, a moment later, he's peering out from behind the dumpster with bleary eyes smudged with makeup and -- well, frankly more than a little bloodshot.]
[What can she say, she doesn't know the area, he gave her little to work off of, and it's dead o'clock with almost no one is around to give her directions.
At least the noise draws her attention before she bothers going inside. She looks at him a long second, taking in his features and how he was sleeping by a dumpster. Yeah. She doesn't approve of how bad the proximity must make him smell, but she can't lie that the whole scenario adds to his strange... charm?
Still, she just raises an eyebrow and approaches, though she kneels down from her towering height to his level on the ground a couple feet away. She's not sure if he's skittish (she highly doubts it) but the fox like appearance makes her want to treat him as such.]
Making a house- [a pause, she looks around] alley-call for a Klaus. Heard he uh broke a toe. [There's a slight humor to her tone, but it's dry.]
[Surprisingly, the proximity to the dumpster doesn't make him smell too badly -- or at least, the alcohol that's practically emanating off him in waves does enough to mask it.
Klaus's tail flicks side to side enthusiastically, managing to push himself up and hold out one of his feet in front of him, considering it.]
Mm. You know, retrospectively, that might've had something to do with losing my shoe. Maybe.
[Well, she is close companions with a trash wizard and an alcoholic goblin, so she won't mind how he smells too much. Besides, she's smelled far worse after some fights.
She looks at his lack of shoes and shakes her head.]
Did you uh... forget it at home or was it a casualty of the blowjob?
[She moves forward enough to place her hand on the foot in question, which then begins to glow brightly, growing warm before the healing energy flows from her hand and into his foot. The break would mend enough to at least heal properly, but the healing energy is pervasive enough to easy most of the aches his body might be feeling.]
[So really, more of a casualty of the general on-and-off of his clothes versus the amount of fucks to give about how 'on' they got.
Then there's that glow of energy and Klaus looks -- amazed, frankly, drawn into the light like one of those stupid moth memes -- as time goes on. He places his hands in his hair, voice a little higher and louder than it probably ought to be.]
-- Holy shit, dude! Magic is fucking wild. I mean, I've seen some shit when I've been high before, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't real...
[That was... not the reaction she was expecting. Not in the slightest. This was hardly anything compared to her companions who were far more skilled in healing magic, who specialized in it and pursued the art of it. Yasha was merely born with this small natural ability, but it wasn't worth ever using. She was made to harm more than heal.
Still, his reaction made her flush, her cheeks warming.]
It's hardly anything, really. I have friends who can.. well they can perform miracles just about, bring you back from the brink of death as if it never happened.
[She's glad she can offer him what little she has though.]
[Yasha doesn't know what that means and has no intention to ask. It sounds both a mix of unhealthy and dealing with less than legal things. Not that she's opposed, she's done plenty of illegal things, but she's not sure she wants to learn about this one.]
Well.. thanks. [Her cheeks stay warm at that. She's not good at taking compliments, especially ones not about her fighting abilities. It's a very rare thing for her to receive.]
Mm, yeah. I should probably start trying harder to sober up if I'm going to go home any time soon, so I won't have much reason to break my toe as long as I have a faithful companion to help me.
[He flashes her a grin. Guess who he's hoping is going to volunteer for the job?]
[Yasha raises a delicate eyebrow up, squinting ever so slightly at him. But her lip curls up in a humored smirk, obviously she doesn't mind too much that he's pretty much volunteering her for the job.]
Suppose uh if you need someone to keep an eye on you, I could do it. [Not like she sleeps much anyway.]
She blinks at him a couple times, because he had to be joking, she wasn't either of those things. Not really. But um, yeah, she'll just... not comment. That was the easier way to deal with it anyway.]
Oh, I'm sure you'll survive.
[She casts a look around.]
Any idea where there's some coffee around here? [She raises an eyebrow at him, curious, because she's not explored much in the way of coffee shops around here.]
[She makes the flattest most unimpressed face at him talking about a half empty cup nearby. Usually she would actually not care, but this guy has to have enough chroma to buy a fresh one.
Watching how he shivers, Yasha makes up her mind. Swiftly she moves forward to grab and throw him over her shoulder in a carry as she stands up, his weight not hindering her slightly.]
[Yasha is just for a second, distracted by how warm the contact between them is. She touches others so infrequently that the feeling of moonlacing is still something she can notice every time.
That and the close proximity allows her to actually notice that for someone sleeping next to a dumpster, he actually smells really good. Weirdly so.]
Gotit- Um. Got it. Right. [She gives his butt a pat and moves off the designated direction.]
It's still strange, um how easily available coffee is here, that is. It's rare back home.
[Poor, poor Yasha. In response to the butt pat, Klaus's tail swishes happily back and forth. He hums.]
God, really? I'd fucking die without coffee, full stop. One of the many things that me and Five agree on is that you can't really function without coffee, not really. The world's best stimulant, really -- at least, of the legal ones.
[Klaus might be aware of the way he smells right now, and the way he attracts people. It's -- well, not that subtle, the magnetism that seems to radiate from him during the moon.]
[She bats his tail out of her face when it swishes. Not that she minds too much, but it wafts his smell into her face more and she's not currently interested in figuring out how a guy hanging out by a dumpster smells so good.]
Yeah, it's very uncommon, very expensive. You wouldn't do well where I'm from. [Her tone is amused, because yeah no, this guy wouldn't do well at all in her world.]
Is Five the name of someone? [It was... a strange name. But then again, she's heard some very strange names, so maybe she shouldn't comment.]
[Maybe one day she will ask him, because she is curious but never seems to take the time to learn about the other moonblessing around here.
She pets his tail when he mentions not doing well where he's from. That's a sentiment she understands all too well honestly.]
Four. Guessing there... there's a One, Two, and Three as well? [She would insult the one who named their kids by numbers, but she doesn't know if Klaus would be okay with that. Parents can be a touch subject for most.]
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or someplace to meet nearby?
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ah
the ramen butcher? that seems right
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just let me know if you wander off.
or break anything else.
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i mean, unless i pass ou
[Is it a joke or is he serious? She ... will find out.]
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Instead she does her best to find where he is. She doesn't explore this place enough to know exactly where he is talking about, but she isn't afraid to ask people for directions. The people she can find.
Which is not many.
Probably why it takes her a little over an hour to find the place when it wasn't that far from where she started.
She looks in the alleyways before the shop while she shoots him a quick text that says "i'm here" because she realizes she only vaguely knows what he looks like.]
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The loud ring-and-vibrate of his phone is just enough to wake him up, making him yelp none-too-quietly,]
Fuck!
[And then, a moment later, he's peering out from behind the dumpster with bleary eyes smudged with makeup and -- well, frankly more than a little bloodshot.]
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At least the noise draws her attention before she bothers going inside. She looks at him a long second, taking in his features and how he was sleeping by a dumpster. Yeah. She doesn't approve of how bad the proximity must make him smell, but she can't lie that the whole scenario adds to his strange... charm?
Still, she just raises an eyebrow and approaches, though she kneels down from her towering height to his level on the ground a couple feet away. She's not sure if he's skittish (she highly doubts it) but the fox like appearance makes her want to treat him as such.]
Making a house- [a pause, she looks around] alley-call for a Klaus. Heard he uh broke a toe. [There's a slight humor to her tone, but it's dry.]
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Klaus's tail flicks side to side enthusiastically, managing to push himself up and hold out one of his feet in front of him, considering it.]
Mm. You know, retrospectively, that might've had something to do with losing my shoe. Maybe.
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She looks at his lack of shoes and shakes her head.]
Did you uh... forget it at home or was it a casualty of the blowjob?
[She moves forward enough to place her hand on the foot in question, which then begins to glow brightly, growing warm before the healing energy flows from her hand and into his foot. The break would mend enough to at least heal properly, but the healing energy is pervasive enough to easy most of the aches his body might be feeling.]
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[So really, more of a casualty of the general on-and-off of his clothes versus the amount of fucks to give about how 'on' they got.
Then there's that glow of energy and Klaus looks -- amazed, frankly, drawn into the light like one of those stupid moth memes -- as time goes on. He places his hands in his hair, voice a little higher and louder than it probably ought to be.]
-- Holy shit, dude! Magic is fucking wild. I mean, I've seen some shit when I've been high before, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't real...
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Still, his reaction made her flush, her cheeks warming.]
It's hardly anything, really. I have friends who can.. well they can perform miracles just about, bring you back from the brink of death as if it never happened.
[She's glad she can offer him what little she has though.]
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[Klaus waves a hand to the side.]
By my standards? Very fucking impressive, all right?
[He wiggles his toes, grinning. Yeah, he's pretty pleased with the outcome of this semi-coherent text exchange.]
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Well.. thanks. [Her cheeks stay warm at that. She's not good at taking compliments, especially ones not about her fighting abilities. It's a very rare thing for her to receive.]
Now, don't go breaking it again before tomorrow.
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Mm, yeah. I should probably start trying harder to sober up if I'm going to go home any time soon, so I won't have much reason to break my toe as long as I have a faithful companion to help me.
[He flashes her a grin. Guess who he's hoping is going to volunteer for the job?]
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Suppose uh if you need someone to keep an eye on you, I could do it. [Not like she sleeps much anyway.]
But you'll owe me.
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[He places the back of his hand against his forehead as if he's giving himself the vapors.]
-- I'm sure I'll find some way to carry on in spite of that burden.
[He pauses.]
So, if I'm going to veer back toward the straight and narrow -- we're going to need to find coffee.
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Uh.
She blinks at him a couple times, because he had to be joking, she wasn't either of those things. Not really. But um, yeah, she'll just... not comment. That was the easier way to deal with it anyway.]
Oh, I'm sure you'll survive.
[She casts a look around.]
Any idea where there's some coffee around here? [She raises an eyebrow at him, curious, because she's not explored much in the way of coffee shops around here.]
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[He's ... not even joking, and maybe if he were by himself he'd go back and drink it, but he's not.
He crosses his arms in front of his chest and lets out a soft huff of breath, shivering.]
But, uh. I think there's a convenience store a block or two up.
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Watching how he shivers, Yasha makes up her mind. Swiftly she moves forward to grab and throw him over her shoulder in a carry as she stands up, his weight not hindering her slightly.]
Left or right?
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He squeaks when she picks him up, but eventually glances over his shoulder.]
- Right? Right. Definitely right.
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That and the close proximity allows her to actually notice that for someone sleeping next to a dumpster, he actually smells really good. Weirdly so.]
Gotit- Um. Got it. Right. [She gives his butt a pat and moves off the designated direction.]
It's still strange, um how easily available coffee is here, that is. It's rare back home.
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God, really? I'd fucking die without coffee, full stop. One of the many things that me and Five agree on is that you can't really function without coffee, not really. The world's best stimulant, really -- at least, of the legal ones.
[Klaus might be aware of the way he smells right now, and the way he attracts people. It's -- well, not that subtle, the magnetism that seems to radiate from him during the moon.]
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Yeah, it's very uncommon, very expensive. You wouldn't do well where I'm from. [Her tone is amused, because yeah no, this guy wouldn't do well at all in her world.]
Is Five the name of someone? [It was... a strange name. But then again, she's heard some very strange names, so maybe she shouldn't comment.]
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He huffs out a breath.]
Yeah, I mean -- I don't do well where I'm from.
[There's a soft, self-deprecating laugh.]
Mmm. Yeah, he's one of my brothers. I mean, if you want to get technical, I think my legal name is Four.
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She pets his tail when he mentions not doing well where he's from. That's a sentiment she understands all too well honestly.]
Four. Guessing there... there's a One, Two, and Three as well? [She would insult the one who named their kids by numbers, but she doesn't know if Klaus would be okay with that. Parents can be a touch subject for most.]
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