<span style="font-size: 15px">"I was just fine until I followed you up here..." Kevice furrowed his brow with an accusative look on his face. It was true he didn't have to tail Vasyli up to the roof, but what if the poor elf went overboard or something? Tripped backwards down the stairs? He was all for poking fun and seeing him in compromising situations, but all that seemed too sadistic for his taste. "I can chat anyone up just fine! It mellows you out, everyone's just in a good mood... I guess you didn't go in with the best expectations.."<br/>
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He really did feel a twinge of guilt, it was probably evident on his face if Vasyli could even focus his eyes anymore. Kevice was a lot more used to the sap, and now that he wasn't walking, just did what he usually did and let his eyes wander, his voice flutter. "You.. thought it was the liquor then? I didn't know, just thought you were being as high class as you usually are, you know, that sort of thing." There was really no way he'd have found out, and that was without a few shots of booze and boiling sap smoke running through his system.<br/>
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It wasn't going to get any better for Vasyli, worse if anything as it set in deep. To the elf's credit, the small puffs he was taking as if it were a simple tobacco was to his benefit. It didn't sit in his lungs deep enough to turn him into a whole new person. But as he was now... "You just let it happen... Right now, you're all nervous, and clammy and freaking out isn't going to make it any better. No one smokes that stuff wanting full control of their body, so it's best that you just.. give it up, really. Don't know if that'll give you the best trip, but should be a hell a lot comfortable than trying to compose yourself all proper-like."<br/>
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When Vasyli planted a hand on his shoulder, he admitted he grew a little more anxious, not really knowing how to help. It's not so much that Kevice hated not knowing something, but wanting to know how to do something he couldn't was especially frustrating and not an issue he dealt with often. Instead of thinking it through, he opted to take the elf by the shoulders and turn him around. Despite being gentle, any change was bound to disorient Vasyli, but Kevice pulled him down to the stone floor with himself anyway so that their backs were propped up against the rails with a "You can start by not standing!"<br/>
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It was nicer down here anyway, as he hoped the other would get his bearings, or in this case, stop trying. "Hanging your head over a two foot drop while putting all your weight on your legs isn't going to help. Just.. lean your head back, let the wind rock you a bit, close your eyes if you need to. That sort of thing." Maybe, just maybe, it could've been good enough help. Kevice could only dream at this point. Until things improved, he took it upon himself to try to initiate some conversation, despite not really wanting that responsibility. "Normally, or if you were me if you wanna call that normal, it just feels.. nice, eh? Makes you sleepy, those old cushions probably end up feeling like your fancy cot back at the Bazaar. "The girls are calm, conversations flow easily, everyone just has a good time. If you go into the shadier dens, you get the types who get all sorts of frisky in the corners. I can't say it particularly makes me eager to chat up something pretty and take'em to bed for the night, but sex does feel more like a trance when on the stuff. You know, just like I said, everything just... happens, and you let it happen. Don't have to listen to anything for awhile, which is nice. Liquor is fine but sap won't make you feel like you've been dead for two days!" At the last sentence he gave a laugh, though stilted and a bit forced. It was obvious he was rambling, but leaving Vasyli without any distractions wouldn't have been very 'host-ly' of him.<br/>
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"You..." Kevice dropped his sorry excuse for a smile to creak his head down and get a look at Vasyli's face. If it were someone he knew got out to places like this and wasn't looking like they were halfway till a panic, he'd be laughing at him. But instead he hesitated before asking, "You alright? Or-- I mean, better than a minute ago? Sitting feels better, s'because the railing is cool against the back.. Maybe you don't have any issues with heights, but I'd probably get really sick if I had to stare down into the streets like that with half my mind gone to the pipe."</span>