<span style="font-size: 15px">His woozy cackling and all of the jokes came to a stop the moment Vasyli started to stand up. Kevice dropped his smile in worry, eyes following the elf where he stood as he sat up himself on the gut feeling that Vasyli would fall. When he started walking, with an obvious sway in his step, Kevice managed to hoist himself up on his feet pretty quickly despite having to pause for a moment to get his bearings. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"You moving too quickly like that is just going to make it worse!" He almost whined, almost as if to scold. The whole way up the stairs he was pacing a bit in his step, hands out in front of him. For one, he was afraid to actually lay a hand on Vasyli, despite in the early days of their relationship, or lack thereof, consisting of a lot of breaches of personal space. But he really didn't wanna see someone as tall and, at least at the moment, disorderly as his guest, trip in the stairwell. Kevice only allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief once Vasyli threw his arms over the balcony to rest.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">It'd all be fun and games sure, laughing at the elf, someone usually with a high chin and an air of pride landing on his back from the fumes and hooch. But instead his usual, carefree mocking and chiding came out with some frustration. "And here I was starting to take you for more adventurous than I'd ever dream of!" Kevice leaned over the stone edge himself, blinking down at the street below, then the elf's face, before setting his chin on his arms. He was a bit wobbly himself, and although he would've enjoyed the comfort of some old cushions and the smell of sweet bark, the cool, night air wasn't that bad by comparison. Quiet, for sure, and the view wasn't particularly awful whenever he could get his eyes to adjust well enough to see.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice groaned lightly, hunched over and lazy, if he had any semblance of balance he'd sit on the edge of the building, but didn't trust his own depth perception enough to try it. He was surprisingly quiet for awhile, eventually growing anxious enough to talk, low and almost bored sounding. "You know... You have to let the sap do it's work before trying to take a hike halfway through. Never smoke anything but tobacco? I never know with you! Picking it up with that face of yours, like nothing's wrong." He wasn't really particularly good at reading faces or picking up hints, but expecting everyone to just go along the grain as he did without a care in the world didn't work out well many times.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"You're not fun, not nearly as fun as I thought you were, Vasyliii...." Drawing out the elf's name again, he huffed into his own arms. Kevice wasn't even particularly upset, but complaining filled up his time with something less sentimental or sincere. "Not that a lot of the others are either, I guess." He damned himself a little, furrowing his brow at the delirious mess next to him, hoping he wouldn't start taking him seriously.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">He'd hate to get serious.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"But..! Better than your buddy, eh?? Seems like the type to leave in the middle of a friendly date to go chat up a lass. That only flies with me if we're a team. If you weren't so against the nice ones downstairs, it would be the best, don't you think? I mean I'm small talk, you got all the fame, the posters! Foolproof." Kevice beamed, slapping a smile over his nervous demeanor. There were a lot of things he could ask. Could Vasyli walk home? Was he feeling better? Was the night fun so far? But anything of note piled up in the back of his throat as if barred off by his own social ineptitude.</span>