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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You're jealous.

And just...stand outside.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

What?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

So I can find you. Stand outside.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Where's the fun in that?

[But he's going outside anyway.]

Think you can find me, or do you need me to make this even easier for you?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[The video feed ends; a split second later, Horst is behind him.]

Hullo there.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[asdfghjkl;']

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

What did I tell you about that?

[He turns around slowly, even if he's pretty he could smell you from a mile away.]

You reek.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It's alcohol, what do you think it's supposed to smell like?

Inside, you. It's 'dangerous' out here, apparently.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Isn't that why you're here?

[Even if he's pretty damn sure you'd be useless in a fight at the moment.]

Come on. Let's go inside before you pass out and I have to carry you.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Me, pass out? You'd like that, wouldn't you?

[He laughs and hauls Cloud over his shoulder and takes him inside--they're the same height, so it's not as easy as it looks]

Oh, your vodka's in my pocket.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[You did not even just...]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[Oh Shiva, you did.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[You are just asking for it, aren't you?]

Put. Me. Down.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He does: on a couch. He takes the vodka bottle out of his pocket and then flops down beside him.]

Here. Drink up.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[He despises you, Horst, just so you know. But he takes the bottle anyway.]

Weren't there four?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes there were. [And they were delicious, his smirk says.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

No wonder you can't walk straight.

[Well then, bottoms up. Excuse him if he doesn't bother to go get a glass.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I can. I took the leisurely route is all.

[He stretches, feeling marvelously warm and drunk and happy in spite of everything.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

You took the stupidly drunk route, you mean.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

And I got here just the same, love.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Some knight you are.

[Shifting, he lifts his leg's and flops them into Horst lap, falling back against the arm of the sofa, lifting the bottle and taking another drink. Congrats, Horst, you get to take the place of the puppy for the night as his pillow.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I came with refreshment. You'll never find a knight who'll do that--I know firsthand, I live with Arthur.

[He rests his hands on Cloud's ankles, content to be of use for a while.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that make you my water boy?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It makes me a fantastic friend!

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Or an idiot who just lost out on his last bottle of vodka.

[Because he's not sharing.]