<span style="font-size: 15px">The half-elf shot Vasyli a scowl, "At home? What, you just want to have a sleepover or something?? Hah!" Kevice laughed, thoroughly humored by the elf's inability to really grasp to appeal of it. "It was supposed to be a fun, social experience, you get to go out, let loose a little, chat up something with a pretty face... If you just wanted to get all tired and spread out, if that's your idea of fun, then sure! We'll make a pillow fort or something. Wouldn't that be a trip, Vasaliii." He'd never understand the type of person who just wanted to stay home, inside those fences, those tents.<br/>
<br/>
It was all just a grate on his own buzz, all this worrying and anxiety over making sure the elf somehow didn't roll out between the bars, and talking to someone who was just generally the worst at parties, Kevice wasn't going to be allowed to fully enjoy this. Maybe it was karma, for wanting to drag the man out and thrust him into uncomfortable situations for his own amusement. All he expected was some scoffing and noble words, he'd expected Vasyli to just act like a silly prude the entire time, nothing like this really.<br/>
<br/>
As Vasyli sprawled out on his side across the roof's stone floor, Kevice opened his tired eyes to stare at him for a good while. ".... You look dumb." His voice low, and almost childish in tone. "Are you going to ask me to stroke your hair or rub your back or something weird? I can see you acting like a girl whose just puked her heart out, it fits you." It probably wouldn't have been too weird if the sap hit Vasyli especially bad, Kevice even wondered if he were overexaggerating it. Anything would've been possible at this point really... But the lump that was now the elf was incredibly pitiful, Kevice just couldn't help but feel a bit bad, despite not wanting any of it to be his fault.<br/>
<br/>
"... You'd go out again, eh?" The words surprised him a little. He fully expected Vasyli to just flat out refuse to even step outside the gate with him again. Though the half-elf gave a disgusted click of his tongue at the comment on his oils. "Don't have to go that far...! I'm not going anywhere... See it this way, I'm your host, and my guest is currently very ill, can't even walk on his own. Would be very unlike a good host to just up and leave, wouldn't it?" The corner of his mouth was perked in a frown, he had almost a look of disgust on his face, of disdain for this whole situation he'd gotten them both into.<br/>
<br/>
Kevice took a moment to lean his head back against the railing, closing his eyes and breathing in the cool, night air. He didn't wanna worry about when they'd go back, or if he could even drag Vasyli back to his bed on time. Maybe he was complacent now, but there would obviously be hell to pay if it affected work the next day-- something Kevice never really worried about. And that's not even touching on what would happen if Mathis had found out.<br/>
<br/>
"Next time we'll try it your way, I'll just pop into your tent with a bag of goodies and see where the night goes." He sounded almost dreamy, but in his head he was wondering why he was even consenting to another night of anxiety and having to play sitter to someone whose best ideas included walking up stairs while halfway through their trance. Maybe it was the sap making him all friendly and sentimental, combined with how fast he drank-- but no, it was definitely the smoke. Perhaps if Kevice were fully sober, he'd have been more like his usual self and laugh it all off, threaten to walk off with a smile on his face.<br/>
<br/>
"I won't bring back anything nefarious with me, just a little of the good ol' smuggling, you know? Could probably find a wine pretty easily out here... How is human wine different? What was your stuff back in Elf Land like?" If he knew the name for Vasyli's place of origin, he couldn't really think of it now. "All fruity and sweet I bet. Something fancy. You probably hate this kind of liquor don't you? I grew up with human food and booze and the whole experience so it's not that bad for me...." His words trailed off, sounding as if he were still halfway asleep, "Ehh... You still alright? Can't tell from all the way up here." Kevice wasn't really that far away, but his eyes strained to make the distance between them look like a full yard. It didn't help that the elf was turned to stare out into the town. "I could always bring up a cushion if you'd let me go for a quick second. Bet you don't trust me, do you?" Kevice scoffed with what was perhaps supposed to be a laugh, but just sounded like a huff of hot breath, "Do you really even need it? A bed of needles could feel like a cloud for you, but with the way you've been freaking out I doubt it.... Not that a bed of needles feels particularly awful, tried it, not that exciting of an act... Not enough.. hmmm... What would you call it, Vasyli? Oomph?"</span>