<span style="font-size: 15px">He certainly good a moment to give the question some thought, keeping his wavering eyesight pinned on the stone rooftop beneath them and allowing himself some time to focus coherent thought. "... Hm... I wouldn't know, really. That man's already getting on my nerves lately, dressing me up like some rich bat does her dog. S'all pretty annoying, don't know how you walk around in those things you have to be honest. And the whole deal between you and the human too! Maybe a year from now we can talk about how it's all gone to shit." Kevice gave a defiant huff. It was obvious like a lot of them, despite liking what he did and the attention he got, they were all there by circumstance, because it was a second to last resort. The unspoken motto among the circus was to make the best of what life gave you, and Mathis seemed to have no qualms in using that sentiment to his benefit. What were childish rebellious arguments back when he was simply upset he couldn't flaunt and flirt around the others turned into legitimate reasons for upset, though anything he took to heart was normally buried for the sake of relaxation.<br/>
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It wasn't exactly a relaxing conversation between them anyway, the ruse mattered a lot less on this particular night.<br/>
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Kevice suddenly dragged himself up off the floor, "Well! I'll be right back, you can take that as a promise if you like. Won't be long, you're probably so far gone you'd barely notice anyway." He'd given Vasyli an assuring pat on the shoulder before standing to stretch, watching his vision swarm at the effort. After he reclaimed his balance he quickened down the stairs, seeing their table was pretty much exactly as they left it, no one really willing or able bodied enough to swipe the liquor that had been left alone. When he reached the bottom floor and asked for a bit of water he got a weird look, the bartender leaving to fill him a glass from the back after he complained about "the elf fella who couldn't hold his smoke."<br/>
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He paced up the stairs, having to pause as the cold night air hit his eyes and the smoke dissipated, but he walked over to squat down by Vasyli with a full mug of water in one hand and a cushion in the other. "Got you water mate, if you don't trust the tap you could always just splash your face a little, might help. I've never really bad this problem before..." It was all guess work, but he tried to trust himself enough just because it was all the pitiful elf had at the moment besides a prayer. Kevice set the cushion down, pushing it at Vasyli's side, waiting for whatever response he'd get.<br/>
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Still lowered there, shadow looming over the elf, he sat his face in the palm of his hand and gave a thoughtful hum. "Mnnn... When do you want to get home anyway? I might really have to be a crutch or something, people would think you broke a leg just sittin down with a pipe."</span>