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Who: Summoner and Feferi
When: 2/16, afternoon
Where: the forest
Status: closed

Like many of her friends the past few days, Feferi has a lot on her mind, and even if going for a walk isn't the most proactive of approaches, it feels good. Getting out of the block, letting her feet take her where they will. She's tempted to take a swim around the island, but wants to be around in case anything happens. But nothing's going to happen! Not anything worse, anyway.

She hopes.

The forest seems like a nice alternative to taking a swim, and she's had luck here before. Without the slightest idea of where she's going and only a vague recollection of where she's been, she kicks up her feet in a slow amble. With the racket she makes, she almost meanders right on by. But as her ears pick up another noise, her fins twitch and she stops, trying to hear better. She can't tell what it is, but it sounds strange and interesting and it piques her curiosity enough that she veers off the trail she's been blazing and into a different direction altogether, seeking out the source.

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Damned fuckin'... squirrels. They were always so busy and jittery. Not real good company most of the time. He was trying to get a few words out of them though, just a talk, something short and small, Summoner's mind was heavy with plenty of things he didn't want to talk about and for a while the alcohol didn't seem to wash the problems away, only suspended them in his mind. The thoughts twirling and floating around his think pan without leaving. Jumbled emotions and memories about a subject he just didn't want to think anymore, didn't want to burden him anymore... Didn't want to think about them burdening the other person they were about.

A groan, leaning back against the tree, wings folded behind him. He groans again as he slides down to sit at the base of the tree, knees bent up, legs spread with his arms resting on either one, hand dangling a bottle between either long lower limb. He sulks his head momentarily before pulling back a drink from the bottle. Alcohol, yeah, anyone could tell that's what he was drinking with how flushed his face was, how lazy his movements are. How when he cranes his neck forward and tries chittering to call a squirrel-- it's obviously something he would normally be good at-- but hell, he's terrible at it now. Not to mention the smell of the liquor around him, and the way his trihawk is falling about his face like a vibrant red frame, in no way as styled as it usually way.

"Well fine! See if I even care, I don't! Let's just, put that on the counter where we both can see it. Shiit... fuckin' cranky furbeast."

A growl, the squirrel he had seen nearby seems agitated, stopping to look at him for a moment before scurrying up a tree. Ah sigh on Lysunder's part now, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the tree as his finger's slosh the liquid in his bottle around slowly.

Peering out from behind another tree, Feferi realizes she knows that voice and she knows that troll heaped on the ground. And while she's never actually seen another troll drunk before, it doesn't take much to get the gist of it. Before she can even ponder out what she should say or the appropriate way to approach him, her feet are already carrying her to where he sits. She's not shy, although she wrinkles her nose briefly at the stench. It's unpleasant, but it's not nearly enough to chase her off, especially when she's unnervingly curious as to why he's willing put himself into a state like this.

Lowering herself to the ground next to him without saying anything, she arranges her skirts out around her and sits back on her heels, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Now is the time when she would have delivered some sort of witty or comforting line, had she thought of one before she came over. She has nothing prepared-- just standard operating procedures for Feferi.

"What are you doing?"

What better opportunity to showcase her lack of tact?

He's not listening, not paying attention. Summoner's swimming right now and it's a really unpleasant dip. He's hoping he'll drift to sleep because he almost would prefer the familiar nightmares he was used to to this new set of thoughts. He stays with his body still against the tree, not hearing footsteps, or the sound of cloth as Feferi smooths out her skirt while sitting down. He doesn't notice her until he opens his eyes.

And closes them, squinting hard.

He opens them again, fluttering his lids and blinking hard a few times before jumping and raising his arms, eyes wide.

"-SIGNLESS!" Said fast, a curse in his surprise as he stares at the royal blooded seadweller. A swallow before he calms down and purses his lips, staring at her with a slightly terrified expression.

"W-what?"

"Nope! Sorry, it's just Feferi."

Though she laughs, she feels a little bad, she hadn't meant to wake him. She's used to getting looks like that, and shrugs it off easily enough, leaving just a broad, bright, sharp-toothed smile on her face.

"What are you doing out here? Is everything okay?" she asks, with legitimate concern weighing in her voice, even if she gets the feeling that she already knows the answer is no. Some part of her hopes that he'll at least tell the truth upon being prompted.

"No, I, ddidn't... That made a lot more sense when the guy wasn't alive," a sigh, furrowing his brows as he settles. Summoner presses his back to the tree again and looks down at her with a rather sad expression, but the drunk haze over him might be the reason for that as he stares.

"I'm drinking, and, yep. Everything's just perfect. Besides y'know, the shit that's not perfect..." The death, and people leaving, and all that stuff. Ugh, now he's thinking again. Lysunder takes a deep breath before putting the bottle to his lips again and downing some of that sweet liquid. His other hand reaches up to smooth back his hair, but it doesn't stay like that for long, soon sagging back by the side of his face.

"What about you? The hell ya- ya doing out here?:

"I was out for a walk, to start, but now I am out here making sure a big old dope is okay, because even if I've only met him once, nothing I have seen or heard about him leads me to believe that he has any reason to be looking so pathetic!" Insulting? Perhaps a bit, but she means well enough and laughs in spite of it. If her misplaced words don't get the point across, she at least looks concerned.

He purses his lips, straightening his back a little as he looks at her. He's still not really used to being around her, it's in a way, both confusing and frustrating. Because here is the Alternian Empress to be. But... she's so different from what Summoner knows of The Condesce, so he's not quite sure how to react yet. Her being forward is kind of refreshing though. So many people here seem to talk around things and be discreet. It's kind of nice to just have someone be forthright.

"Uh... Right, sorry. It's not like I meant ya t'see or anything..."

"No, it's okay."

How exactly do you comfort a drunken adult troll though? She's at a bit of a loss, though that's not about to stop her. The first thing, she decides, is to confiscate that bottle of his. It won't due to have him getting even more drunk! She thinks? Maybe? She has no idea, but she still leans over him to try and curl her fingers around the bottle and pull it away from him.

"Here, you should give me that and tell me what's bothering you!"

Whoa what? Taking his bottle? He's going to just purse his lips in a pouted from and strengthen his grip on it. No kid is going to take his alcohol, for various reasons.

"I don't think I should be given' ya nothin'. Especially not this," again with his frown before jerking the bottle away. He glances at it for a moment and sighs, moving to check if the cap is on tight before putting it away in his sylladex.

"But I can at least put it away. Probably shouldn't drink 'round you anyway."

"I don't want it! Ew!" She rolls her eyes but sits back once he puts it a way, seemingly satisfied that it's gone and he won't be downing any more of it-- at least not in her presence. That's comfort enough for her. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong now?"

If he thinks he's going to get away with this, she's prepared to show him otherwise.

You'll get a slight glare for that, but it dissolves quickly, Lysunder's shoulders shrugging as he leans back against the tree. He stares at her for a long moment, listening to her, as if through water, he's still pretty trashed, with or without the bottle in hand, but he can make out what she's saying and her concern. Another shrug, moving his hands up behind his neck and head.

"I was drinkin'."

Huffing in exasperation, it's starting to seem like it might be an undertaking just to get anything out of him. Oh no, Summoner, you vague answers are not going to deter her! If anything, it spurs her on, and nothing, if not persistent.

"Yes, but why? If you were thirsty there are plenty of other not so gross and not at all intoxicating things to drink!"

He thrives off vague and subtle answers when it comes to true feelings, Feferi, you might just have to deal with this. Not only that, but she's a child, he really shouldn't get into something like this with her. This is his problem, or was, since it's not actually a problem anymore because he fixed it.

"Because I like the taste and the feel afterwards." A shrug, his expression rather calm as he looks at her, still finding it so odd to be in her presence.

"Oh yeah? If it's so great, why wouldn't you want me to have any, huh?"

She knows the answer to that question, of course, not that she would have wanted any, had she managed to procure the bottle from him. She really just wanted to get it away from, and knows perfectly well the answer to her question. And the more she feels like her real question is being dodge, the more she wants to pry.

Without giving him a chance to respond, she shakes her head, to dismiss the question entirely. "I just want to help, you know."

He wouldn't have responded, if she had given him the time, but he could admit he was a little slow right now. The alcohol gave him quite a lag as he listened to her, and Lysunder was getting more and more tired as the time passed. But he probably wouldn't fall asleep, he's always done well to stay awake. Blacking out was different, but staying awake he could manage.

"There's nothin' to help with, trust me."

"If you're sure..."

It sure does sound like she's giving up, but her body language says otherwise. She's still seated heavily on the ground and she's not making any move to get up.

"Maybe we could talk about something else!" An innocent suggestion, of course. No ulterior motives. "Who were you yelling at, anyway?"

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"Oh, uh." A side glance. He doesn't think-- quick commune sweep-- yeah, squirrel's gone now. A smile as his gaze moves back to Feferi.

"A little friend of mine. But uh, he ran off. I'm not the best company right now, as you might have guessed."

"That's too bad! I would have liked to meet him." If she has any idea that the 'friend' is an animal (of course, she doesn't) she certainly doesn't let on. She pauses, but adds, after a beat, "But for all it's worth, I don't think you're bad company at all! Maybe you could use a bath, but that's about it!"

"I'll, take a bath later. Sometime. Right now I'm just gonna sit."

He's really not sure why Feferi is staying there to keep him company, he knows that, even if he's good company normally, he's not right now... It'd be better if she swam off and spent time with her friends. Summoner would only prove to be a drag at this moment in time. Even he knows that.

Why does Feferi ever do anything? Because she can, mostly. Because it interests her. And he interests her, and whatever's got this older troll acting funny interests her. She's vaguely aware that perhaps his problems are above her head. Maybe there's nothing that she can do for him. But she's not going to completely discount the possibility.

"Then I'm going to sit too!"

Finally moving from her kneeling position, she comes to sit side by side with him. It takes some maneuvering of her mane of hair but she manages to throw it all over her shoulders and gets comfortable, half leaning against the tree, and half against him.

"Uh... okay?"

What ...does he say to that? It's not like he can yell at her to leave, he likes her there, Summoner is a social butterfly. He enjoys the company of others and he likes nymph trolls a lot too. But it's still a little awkward with how drunk he is, so he looks a little off put when she sits down, slightly leaning away from her before just accepting it and laying his head back on the tree.

"If uh... that's really what you are wanting to be doing at this current time... I guess. But I'm really not the best company right now, just so that is a thing you know."

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