[Scholar's Demise] - Work, Shmerk!- [Chakahn]

by **Arysana** on December 10th, 2013, 5:12 am

oocHaha XD I don't even know where this is going any more!

He said something. It was loud and not too slurred from what she could tell, but her eyes were settled straight ahead, and focus set on walking straight and as sober as possible. If it wasn't for the rather flat sole of her shoe, or the support it gave her ankles, she wagered she wouldn't have been able to walk at half the pace she was managing without them. Oh, how she loved boots.

The next thing she noted was movement brushing past her and a wall suddenly in her way. It took her a moment and a deep frown to properly register what it was in front of her, and when she looked up and found narrowed brown eyes bearing down upon her. It took another moment for the last series of events to properly click in her mind, her momentary lapse in memory pulling a little cord in the back of her head that said 'this is why you don't mix drinks.'

'Dancing around outside is far more likely to get the Shinya's attention than some back-and-forth conversation inside the Scholar, city girl,' The words hit her all at once, and she felt the creeping of her own failing balance, and she pushed herself upright, hands only flailing out slightly. She shifted her stance to something more sturdy as the blond continued talking. Wait, did he just call her a- 'And do you honestly think that if I started, you would walk to tell the tale? I've been in more brawls than you so I know what to do with myself, but can you say the same?

She opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't sure where to begin. If she'd heard him right, as difficult as it was in the blistering cold, then the following laughter did not go in his own favour.

Her fist little act was poking him in the chest, not so much force at to her hurt, but more to grant her an excuse to back up some bit. She didn't like getting breathed on. "Firstly," she said, drawing out the word in the strangest of manners. "Sparring is fine. Brawling is not." That made sense, right? Gods, why hadn't she taken Kade up on his offer to give her that in depth lecture about the laws and regulations governing Lhavit?

She shrugged, then, looking about the place with a hiccup and a confused glance, the cold finally beginning to get to her. "And..." she trailed, almost forgetting what she was to say next. What did he, again? Brawl... Brawls... Brawling... Oh, right. "I trust that I'll..." she rolled her shoulders and stood on the tip of toes, gaining a vital few inches of height. "think of something." The roll of her shoulders then drawled out and ended in a confused, muddled shrug that was very much all she had to offer. Why was she doing this, again?

by **Chakahn** on December 12th, 2013, 1:11 pm

Sparring, brawling - small difference. Kahn struggled with the two words and their meaning, penultimately deciding his addled brain wasn't up to the task of thinking tonight. He laughed out loud at her faltering words, amused to the point of hilarity by her inability to speak properly; looks like he had been right at the first glance he had given her that night. Someone here had trouble holding her liquor.
He scooted around her again, swinging his head back and forth to try and take in their surroundings. Where had he sheltered Sanshae? He couldn't remember. He looked down at his bare feet, admiring their new colour. Blue from the cold, with touches of purple. A real work of art.

Sighing contentedly, he spread his arms and let himself drop on to a patch of grass, hitting the ground harder than he had expected. He grinned up at the girl, all frustration wiped suddenly clean from his memory. Everything seemed like a good idea - why wasn't life always like this?
"You should ... relax," he chortled. "Like so." He stretched luxuriously, hardly feeling his back scraping across the ground. He shifted onto his side, flipping his hair out of his face as he did so. Drowsiness was taking over him, sending him towards a deep sleep. He fought it, blinking furiously and reaching a hand up to hold his eyelids open. "Have you ... " He broke off, with no idea what he had been about to say. "Kahn. That's .." He dropped his hand back to the ground, tucking it under his head, the fingers weaving through a knot in his hair. " ... the name." Somewhere, vaguely, he remembered it really wasn't a good idea to take a nap out in the open on someone else's turf but the thought didn't come close enough to the surface to act upon it. With a sigh, his eyelids dropped shut. And just like that, in a very short space of time, the nineteen-year-old Drykas boy was sound asleep.

oocOh gosh I'm really sorry this is .. I can't even .. but from here on we can go onwards and upwards to a more sane story x3

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by **Arysana** on December 13th, 2013, 1:10 am

Sana stared at him for a while. He was nappig. In the middle of Lhavit. "You can't do that." She grumbled, rocking on the balls of her feet. "The Shinya are going to get mad at you." Nothing. People pushed and brushed past her, making their way to where ever it was they had planned for the night. "What time is it..." She mumbled, turning to the skies too quickly and getting hammered with a dizzy spell.

"Good, good." She drawled, continuing to talk to the sleeping Drykas. "We have t-two-" She accented her word with the raising of her hand, two chubby fingers showing the numeric physically. "-bells until midnight rest. Plenty 'o time to nap." She figured she just needed to sleep to sober up - plenty of children napped in the parks and gardens, and were technically at a garden - just at its very edges.

She rolled her shoulders and sat down Kahn, drawing up her knees and resting her head. "Don't sleep." She said in self command, snuggling in closer to herself. "Sleeping is..." She yawned and her words dissolved, sleep quickly taking her - her upright position quickly turning flat as she fell to the side.

oocOh God, I don't even know.

by **Catastrophe** on April 22nd, 2014, 3:24 pm

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