Vasyli raised his brow at the turn the conversation had taken and then with Kevice demonstrating with his fingers that his teeth weren't that much of an inconvenience with whatever he was swallowing. Just as quicky he was on about something else. Kevice was chatty anyway and either the booze or the starting familiarity was making him more so.<br/><br/>“Sometimes it's annoying and unnecessary. But maybe it's the journey for you. I simply know where I'd like to be. And no, I'm not surprised strange girls would like you.” He meant that fondly, laid back and relaxing into the plush blankets.<br/><br/>“I<i>am</i>as scary as you imagined. The rest is true,” Vasyli said with a grin. He wasn't a prude and he wasn't all that good. “I did used to be all the things people say that I am but age, and the circus in general, is humbling. If everything had turned out as my parents had wanted it I can only imagine the stuck up piece of shit I would have become. I really was an insufferable child.” Vasyli turned on his side to take another swallow, lifting the bottle. “You live and you learn.” And if one nothing else Vasyli had learned a lot more than what his life prior than all this could have taught him. He might not have been was world savvy as Kevice but he thought he'd figured out the bazaar by now.<br/><br/>Vasyli's lids were getting heavy but he occupied Kevice with conversation as long as he could manage. It was hard to say who fell asleep first but after the amount consumed and the second long night in a row neither were where they should have been that morning. If Vasyli had known change was to come he would have been more careful. Generally speaking, he wasn't intruded upon often but that morning when Mathis sent Osran to fetch his partner he was feeling sour enough that he didn't knock. Maybe he wanted to know what was really going on not that Vasyli thought he could tell for certain one way or another. The two of them sleeping like the dead in Vasyli's bed, an empty bottle of wine and a partially finished bottle of brandy between them was probably enough to draw assumptions. Especially the second night in a row.<br/><br/>“My god, Vasyli. You've really gone off the deep end,” Osran snapped, giving the cot a kick. Vasyli cursed at him for his efforts, his head protesting the light he allowed in past the canvas.<br/><br/>“Someone new here. Mathis wanted you to show him around but you really look like shit. Does he really fuck you so well that you'd forgo the sleep? Really, Kevice, I may have underestimated you. Perhaps I should be coming to you for advice,” Osran's words took a hint of mocking and Vasyli only rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>“You probably didn't get much sleep either, Osran, driving yourself crazy, sneaking around and wondering what I'm up to.” Vasyli threw his long legs over the side of the bed, leaned over while he tried to get his bearings. They'd gone heavy that night and he was feeling a little nauseous. The human had crossed his arms over his chest, the tension just as palpable as ever between the two performers.<br/><br/>“I was just following your advice; making myself look the part of a whore. Better to get into character realistically, yeah?” Vasyli snarled venomously, throwing his words back at him from the day before, and if he didn't know any better he would have seen a spark of remorse on Osran's face.<br/><br/>“Vasyli, I-” The elf cut him off before he could say anything else, waving his hands in irritation.<br/><br/>“Shut up, Osran. Everything about you this early in the morning pisses me off. I'm up now. You can tell Mathis I'll be there soon, right after I shuck off my shame from last night.” His words were doused in sarcasm. “That's what you want to say but your pride won't allow it, right?” They'd fucked up this time though, him and Kevice, sleeping in and getting caught together like they were. Vasyli could see it by the look on Osran's face, that he'd pushed too far only the elf was too hungover to try and rectify the situation. At least he wasn't lunging for Osran again. That was progress in his opinion.