Still, I'll at least have the mice bring them all something to eat when they do all wake up.
[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
Well, don't get particularly used to it. Tomorrow morning I expect everyone to be up bright and early.
[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.
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[Convenient how there are four space mice for the four younger paladins.
She moves her hand from his knee, if only to brush back a lock of white hair from his forehead, which still feels a bit damp from his shower.]
As loathe as I am to see my team hungover, it was nice to see everyone unwind a little, even if it was a bit much. Coran was certainly having fun with your little contest. [A pause.] You owe him a ride in the Black Lion, by the way.
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[ He's a little amused as he says it, leaning into her hand with a low, slow breath out. Post-hangover leaves him feeling gross, still a little fuzzy and like he's still over-warm despite his cool shower. ]
We'll see if he even remembers making me promise that.
[ Black'd allow it, though, and Shiro doesn't mind but the idea of driving anything right now makes his stomach twist. ]
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[There's good humour to her tone, however, and as he leans his head into her hand, she lets herself linger for a tick. She feels an urge to fuss over him, perhaps because she so rarely sees him like this. She quite likes this sense of normalcy, that the team is tired from a night of drinking, and not over weary from battle.]
Oh, he'll remember. [She goes back to cupping her mug with both hands, taking a pointed sip.] He may be...older than he used to be, but it takes far more than alcohol to get Coran to forget a winning bet.
He'll be instructing you to barrel roll in no time.