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Mayhap.

[Which does not sound like he plans to do that.]

Yet, I still have much and more to do...

[And he goes to take a step, which only proves Estinien's point as he very clearly loses what strength there is in his legs. Should Estinien feel inclined, Solus will feel the full folly of his choices by soundly hitting the ground.

The choice is yours, dragoon!]

[Oh seven hells--

Estinien moves quickly, true, but not quite enough to position himself to catch Solus before he hits the ground.

This is why they gave you a wheelchair, dumbass. Maybe you'll feel like resting now.]

[~~All senior citizens need life alert!~~

Solus lays there for a moment on his side, cringing from the pain and the dizziness that accompanies such...sudden movement. He had hoped that maybe Estinien would have caught him, but he supposes the man can only move so swiftly.

With a defeated smile, he peers up at Estinien.]

...Right then, about resting.

[Look, he tried!]

Now you'll think about taking that advice?

[Estinien just...shakes his head a little, then thinks about the best way to get him up off the floor without making things worse. He hooks his arms under Solus's armpits and hauls him up as Iceheart nudges the wheelchair closer so he can transfer the battered and bruised idiot into it and roll him towards the bed.

Can you take it from there, or does he need to get you into that too?]

Sometimes one merely needs, ah...gentle persuasion, is all.

[Yes, how...gentle...

There's a pained sound that leaves him as Estinien hauls him up from the ground, but he doesn't complain beyond that and the grimace that pairs with it. His side is throbbing, and idly he wonders if that was the side with the broken rib—hard to know, when both sides were so horribly bruised. Ah well.

Once at his bed, he pauses a moment to look back at Estinien.]

...You have my thanks. I realize this has eaten a great portion of the day which does little to aid in your traveling, and while 'tis not the luxury of a bed, you are free to rest on yonder sofa for the evening.

[He pushes himself up from the chair, and fortunately is able to transfer himself onto the bed with a slightly strained grunt. With a playful smirk, he looks to Estinien, before eyeing the queen bed he's on.]

Granted, should that prove ill-suited for rest, there is always plenty of room here. I am no stranger to sharing a bed with a friend.

[Does he mean...platonically? Does he mean...not so platonically? WHO KNOWS.]

[Yes that was very gentle. The floor here is very soft and kind.

You speak of luxurious beds as if he wasn't straight up planning to sleep on the ground tonight, so...]

Dying in a stairwell would be an ignominious end, even for one such as you.

[He debates turning it down entirely. He's no stranger to traveling at night, or whenever it really pleases him to, but it'd be a shame for you to die in your sleep or do something stupid in the night that ends with you face first on the floor again.

But he's definitely not about to cuddle.]

The sofa will suffice.

[It's softer and more kind than a lot of other shit that's hit him in life. Literal and metaphorical.

Look, he thinks even nasty feral men like Estinien should enjoy such luxury once in a while! Maybe Estinien a bit more than that, but he gets it. He's a fucking animal in a person suit.]

How touching that you would wish that my end would be one with dignity.

[As he talks, he works his bolero off, cringing slightly at the movement necessary for it. Not that it slows him down any. He's not about to sleep in so many layers.]

In the closet, there's a spare blanket, perhaps a pillow too.

[Even after all that traumatic bonding? And here people think ascians are heartless!]

Edited 2020-05-31 03:25 (UTC)

[Yeah well you're letting a nasty feral man crash on your couch after giving him 3/4ths of a haircut while stoned out of your gourd, what does that say about you.

He nods and goes over to the closet--there is indeed both a blanket and pillow, look at you being all prepared for guests, assuming that you either like someone enough or someone else likes you enough to have a sleepover. So optimistic.

He drops the bedding on the couch and sits to take off his boots and gloves--but his vest was already off, so that's all the stripping down he's doing.

He can already tell there's a bit of a logistical problem here, with the arms of the couch the actual space for sitting--or in this instance sleeping--is about a fulm shorter than he is tall. Not that he's going to let this stop him, but...

He lays down on his back first, which is instantly dismissed as an option as most of his legs are hanging off the end of said couch, then turns over onto his side and curls up under the blanket as well as he can.]

[While Estinien is trying to figure out how to sleep on a couch made for LITTLE PEOPLE, Solus sets to work getting out of his way too many layers. He's less concerned about not showing skin than Estinien is, but it's not like he's aiming to get naked here. Shirtless, but he stays in his tights to not spook Estinien too much. Though, this just means the nasty bruising is completely visible, something he's not...particularly fond of, but it is what it is.

If he wasn't injured, he might not have let his clothes more or less pile on the floor, but fuck it. He's hurt, high, and actually pretty exhausted. So, as he's settling into bed properly, he cannot help but notice how Estinien looks...pretty uncomfortable. For a long moment he contemplates reminding him of the alternative, that they can indeed share the bed, before settling on a decision.]

...Dragoon, truly you cannot sleep comfortably like that. There is still half of my bed available if you so desire it. Iceheart may join you as well, if that would give you any measure of comfort.

[You know, in case you're worried about any wandering hands or anything like that.]

Edited 2020-05-31 07:16 (UTC)

[Well, it's definitely not made for your average Ishgardian. He's. Perfectly fine, honest, sure his legs are going to fall off if he moves weird and the little huff of breath he lets out as Iceheart decides the only place possible to sleep with her trainer is on top of him and therefore jumps up isn't winded at all...

Fury's sake.

He weighs the merits of simply ignoring him and going to sleep--this isn't the most uncomfortable place he's ever laid his head, probably not even in the top ten. But then Solus will just moan until he acquiesces and then neither of them will sleep.

It's about three minutes before he sighs and slowly sits up, giving Iceheart time to move off him, and takes the pillow and blanket and goes over to settle on the other side of the bed.

He gives up.]

[Look at that! He didn't even have to say anything further, and Estinien has come over like a dog called by his master. How marvelous.

He even makes a show of scooting a bit more over to give him plenty of room, too! See, he can play nice and not make you regret your decisions! Probably. And hey, the bed definitely can accommodate the two of them far more easily than that couch could Estinien. It's certainly comfortable, way better than the damn floor...]

I knew you'd see to reason. Worry not, I shall keep my back to you, pretend I am not even here.

[And just so, he tenderly settles himself onto his side, his back to Estinien. Not that he'll...stay that way necessarily. Look, the guy's lonely and it's been an emotional day, and he's high...and exhausted. So, if Estinien finds Solus spooning against him later in the night, that's totally not his fault. Maybe Estinien shouldn't be so warm and cozy!!]

[He will bite you and it won't be in a fun way.

He regrets all his decisions that led him up to this point starting with answering your phone call. But he's had to walk a lot today, hauling you around like a sack of popotoes. He's tired, the sooner morning comes the sooner he can leave, so he's just going to fall asleep.

He tends to sleep on his back, so at some point in the night he's moved to that position, hair going everywhere on the pillow. Iceheart has stretched out over his legs, and he's actually rather comfortable and deeply asleep.]

[Oh hush, it's not so bad!

He's getting to sleep in a nice cozy bed, got a free haircut, and has an ascian cozying up to him. His arm snaking its way around his middle as his head rests on Estinien's shoulder...which just puts him in the hair blast zone. Not that he minds, he can't mind much when he's basically comatose from everything that's transpired in the day. That aside, he likely hasn't slept for nearly twenty-four hours. He's out.

At some point, he's shifted and his hand finds itself resting on Estinien's chest, but that same shifting might be why he's got some of his hair in his mouth. Again, this doesn't even bother him, he's too goddamn dead to the world, and far, far too comfortable. Having a warm body in your bed besides your own does wonders for rest. But so too does being drugged.

By the time morning comes around, Solus is still pressed flush against him, curled up close and snug, and showing little to no signs of stirring, even as the morning light begins to peek through his window. Fortunately, his back is to the window, so that can't disturb him, even if it wouldn't anyway with how dead to the world he is.]

[Estinien, on the other hand, wakes early--the moment the sun hits his face, his eyes are opening. The weight and pressure he thought might have been Iceheart while half asleep...isn't, and it makes him simultaneously wide awake and somewhat tense.

Fury's sake, yeah, he should have seen this coming.

Luckily he's not pinned down, at least not when Iceheart gets off him, so he can...maybe slide off to the side and out of the bed, and maybe no one will be the wiser but him, that would be nice.]

[Except the problem is, Solus is a clinger. And so when Estinien moves, there's a pinch to his brow as his expression twists to something almost sulky, before his grip tightens. That hand on his chest? Totally grabbing his titty for security now, but at least it doesn't seem to be purposeful, since Solus shows no signs of waking or being awake. He might have even hooked his leg with one of Estinien's for good measure.

Which...makes the endeavor of slipping away that much more difficult. Especially if he wants Solus to remain unaware of their impromptu cuddle sesh.

SORRY ESTINIEN.]

Edited 2020-05-31 17:25 (UTC)

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaa--

Well, nothing for it--he's definitely not staying in this position feeling trapped and anxious until you decide to come out of your sleep deprived coma.

He wrenches himself out of your Halone-forsaken octopus grip and if you don't let go, there may be an elbow thrown. Then he gets out of bed and stalks off to the washroom.]

[Estinien does indeed get himself free, though he also wakes Solus in the process. Bleary eyed, he blinks himself awake as he feels that warmth and comfort ripped away from him—but the jolt of pain is what truly slaps him with reality. He doesn't complain nor fuss about it, he barely even catches the sight of Estinien's back as he makes his way to the washroom.

Pressing himself up into a seated position, it takes him but a moment to realize what was happening just before he awoke. They were...were they? Indeed, they were. At least that gives him a small burst of amusement in the wake of his renewed pain.

However, he makes no move to get up, not trusting his legs, nor his strength in general at the moment. So by the time Estinien's done with his morning business in the washroom, Solus is still sitting in bed, slumped over his lap, rubbing at his eyes.

Without looking up, he greets Estinien:]

I trust that you rested well?

[He didn't hit you that hard, honestly. It was a warning elbow. That might have been in a cracked rib. Oops.

And you were, he was just peacefully sleeping on his back like a normal person.

He's washed his face, put his vest back on and gathered the small pouches and belts he'd left in there last night, and comes back out with them in his hands.]

...well enough.

[That's right, NOTHING. HAPPENED.]

I do find close company while resting does well to rejuvenate both body and soul.

[He offers coyly, finally looking up at Estinien as he lowers his hand.]

I had not taken you for a cuddler, dragoon. But I cannot say I am disappointed by such a discovery.

[He looks alarmed for a moment before his eyes narrow. But literally anything he could say here he would twist, because Solus is a twisty bastard and he regrets ever speaking to him every moment he's here.]

Tis not I that became a squid in the night.

[Those have sticky tentacles, right? He saw them in Hingashi. No, he does not mean you're his favorite snack.]

[He could be his favorite snack, if he'd just give him a try...]

Oh? You will just have to forgive me then. Not that one could blame me--you are quite warm and ever so comfortable.

[He shrugs with a smile.]

And after yesterday, I suppose a little physical affection was in order. I'm very certain it wasn't so bad for you, though I know you are awful shy. But, I've found even the most prickly of sorts oft need some measure of affection.

[NO!

He just shakes his head--now that his hair is dry and a little shorter, it's getting actually...fluffy. Hm.

Also, what could he possibly say to not be awkward in this situation?]

I am not shy, I merely do not like to be coddled.

[That...probably wasn't it.]

If I should leave today, will you be able to refrain from getting yourself injured again?

[LIVE A LITTLE, ESTINIEN.

...But Solus can't help but find the fluff to his hair endearing. Perhaps that's why he keeps it long.]

But you don't mind to be cuddled, is that it? I can do so without coddling, you know.

[But to Estinien's question, he shrugs.]

I suppose that has yet to be seen, eh? Regardless, ere you go, I really should finish your fringe.

[WHAT ABOUT NO DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND.

Despite yourself you seem to find a lot of things about him endearing...]

They are the same thing.

[Well, maybe not, but semantics.

He shakes his head.]

Fine.

[You miss every shot you don't take!!

Look. Shut up.]

Oh, then you are more partial to doing it yourself? I will bear this in mind next time. If you desire to spoon me, know I will not stop you.

[Solus, fucking...stop you asshole. But hey Estinien agreed! So Solus gestures at the chair he had sat in before, as he gingerly gets himself into his wheelchair, not bothering to get more clothed than his tights, after all he's going to shower after this.]

Rest assured, it will not take long, and then you will be free to go on your little adventure.

Edited 2020-06-01 21:47 (UTC)

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