Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now

[questionablewit]

You know I don't usually drink that much, don't you? You'll give people the wrong impression. Are you trying to make me self-destruct, or is that just a handy side benefit?

I could have had all these conversations in other circumstances and without the alcohol poisoning. I'm going to be hungover for a solid week at this rate, and I blame you. Are there better hangover cures in the Void than we had back home?

There'd better be, or I'm setting my dog on you.

...what do you mean you're getting him smashed too? Mun, you have an evil mind.

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[birdhousesoul]

I could possibly manage to carry you over a threshold. There's no way in any world I'm going to manage carrying you back to your room by myself. She's taking your other arm and that's how it's got to be.

Don't bring up the poison issue, please. We still haven't tagged into Svinboera's assassination for that reason. And what? A flight of inspiration.

[questionablewit]

In my dreams, maybe. Ah, so that's what you meant. I'm sure she'll help. Isabela's been wanting to get her arms around me for years, if only to find out what it'd be like.

If she's doomed anyway, the question is unfortunately moot where she's concerned, isn't it? Still think the better answer is for something else to prevent you from healing her. Once Hauptmann realized there was a potential healer on hand he'd surely set something up.

Would you be able to concentrate enough to work a spell like that at such a time?

[birdhousesoul]

I rather thought she'd had her arms around you already, for some brief period of time at the least.

There is no good answer, I'm afraid, and it'll end in my giving some long speech that my mun wants to write arguably less than anyone else wants to bother reading.

I'm supposedly able to work all sorts of spells at such a time. Mun points to hot threesome fic as evidence.

[questionablewit]

Don't spoil a good innuendo by bringing truth into it. Takes away all the fun.

Oh Maker, not a speech. Must there be a speech? Perhaps Teo can stop the speech. Teo = canis ex machina

You and your self-control. Absolutely maddening. Someday I'm going to drive you wild just to prove that it can be done.

[birdhousesoul]

Right, so now you understand: 'Bela's got one arm, I've got the other, and we're hauling you back to your bunk. At which point, I should point out your inebriation places you well past consent, thus precluding — or postponing — the prospect of piratical propinquity?

Teo's with you at that time, yes?

You did it once. Face attack ensued. Poor form, on my part.

[questionablewit]

I think you're just having fun with language now, sweetheart. But I suspect that even Isabela would balk at taking advantage of me in the circumstances. She likes her partners to be enthusiastic participants, and at the moment I'm not even co-ordinated enough to stand.

No, I sent him back to help guard you. Our clever assassin laid a scent bomb to wreck his nose, so he's useless for tracking at the moment. Feel free to make use of him. Or for my mun to do so on your behalf

Not wild enough for this purpose. Though that was an amazing kiss, whatever you think. Left me breathless. Your face can attack my face anytime.