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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 3:21 pm
"You're not making sense, Father, are you alright?"
Einar looked at the man with a hint on confusion for a moment, the warm fuzzy feeling in his head replaced with a cold that washed down his spine like ice water. He'd never see someone change so suddenly before from just drinking coffee and part of him wondered (innocently) if the priest was having an allergic reaction to whatever it was that he'd poured into their cups. If that was the case it'd be entirely his fault if the man died...and he was still around for it.
The best course of action was to leave and let the man deal with things on his own, but that cold feeling on his neck was starting to go away again and be replaced with that warm fuzzy one. Einar's cheeks were turning a little red without him meaning them to as well when the warmth returned, and he grinned.
"You're not making sense at aaaaaaaaaaaallllll."
Now it was his turn to sound stupid.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:25 pm
"Neither are you," Asmadai retorted. He would have gotten up, and he started to, but definitely something had been up with the coffee because wow the world was spinning and he found himself seated again before he knew it. Intent on trying again- his room wasn't that far away and surely he could sleep whatever was up off- he closed his book and stood up again, this time standing up. Sure, he had to support himself with one hand, but he was on his feet! It was quite an accomplishment. "I think," he said with great dignity for a drunken man, "I am going to go to my room now."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:55 pm
"Hey, no wait, where are you going? You should stay."
Einar shook his head for a moment as he watched Asamdai take shaky steps towards the door, and in a moment of confusion or maybe panic for the priest's well being the young man reached out for him, only to find his own feet seeming to walk on air.
Then he fell. Over. Closing his eyes as he fell Einar prepared to come into contact with the ground, only to find that it was a lot softer than he'd expected it to be. A lot more warm as well, and that was what confused him and made him decide to open his eyes, and...
"Ah!"
In his moments of trying to steady himself Einar must have grabbed out in the air and somehow snagged Asamdai's clothing as the man walked off, as when his eye came into focus he found the figure beneath his frame to be the priest.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:13 pm
It was sheer luck that he hadn't wanted to bring the coffee with him, thought Asmadai as he fell and connected quite solidly with the kitchen floor. "Ow," said the priest quite intelligently as he blinked owlishly up at Einar. For a moment, he stopped to think things through: Younger man sitting (well, laying really) on top of him, staying instead of going, a tear in the sleeve of one of his button-down shirts, and an ache in the general area of his head and back. It wasn't too bad, he almost decided, but then part of it went back to part one- the younger man sitting on him.
"Einar!" He tried to sit up and push the younger man off, but the other's superior height made him too heavy for Asmadai to move.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:32 pm
"Mmm? Whash wrong?"
Einar didn't really move off of Asmadai, instead pushing his hands to the side so he could prop himself up enough to speak yet still be laying on the priest, and he looked down at the smaller man with heavy lidded eyes.
His cheeks were bright red as he leaned down closer to Asmadai, finally allowing the other to smell the heavy whiskey that was laden on his breath mixed in with the bitterness of coffee. Whatever he'd poured in was heavy in proof since it worked so fast, and as he head spun he turned and grinned.
"Did you get hurt when you fell? I was trying to catch you but it looks like you weigh more than I thought. Shorry about that."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:38 pm
He wrinkled his nose. "You're laying on me," said Asmadai observantly. "And I'm a priest. We don't lay with anyone. S'cause we're... we're..." The word slipped his mind at the moment, especially since he was trying to come up with a way to lessen contact between himself and Einar. (It could not be said to be progressing well, though he had one hand on the other's shoulder to try and push him away.)
"Ar-are you calling me fat?" Oh, he would spend some time in the gym then.
It briefly crossed Asmadai's mind that he was drunk, but the thought was fleeting enough that he forgot it a moment later. "Get off," he whined (there really wasn't any other word for it. it was clearly a whine). Perhaps intending to make his point, he let his head fall back against the floor again. "Ow," he said again, removing his hand from Einar's shoulder to press it against the back of his head. "S'ry."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 5:06 pm
"Eh, but I'm not laying with you. You're the one underneath me, so I'm laying on you and I think that's a totally different thing all together. Who cares if you're a priest, as you're still human."
Einar seemed a bit annoyed by Asamdai's comment about him being a priest and therefore being unable to have contact (or something) with other people, and he leaned his face down and placed it against Asamdai's chest, as the man was lying on his back on the ground, and he listened for a moment.
"Nope, don't wanna get off. Your heart is pounding pretty fast so I gotta stay on you to make sure you don't have an attack or something. I think whatever was in your drink made you have a reaction."
He pointed his finger upwards, like he was making a point, only to seem a little more than dumb in doing so. Both men were drunk, not suffering from an allergic reaction, but how was he to know?
"Also, you're not fat and you shouldn't apologize. You're skinny enough that if I lean on you like this all you do is press back against me."
Einar leaned his hips against Asmadai's own, feeling the solidness of bone thanks to his superior height and weight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 5:34 pm
He blinked owlishly. "But we're both laying," he argued, "So technically we are." It seemed kind of stupid to actually be bickering over the question of whether Einar was on him or with him, but he couldn't actually think of a reason why he wouldn't want to argue. If the other man had had a voice of marginally less pleasant quantity, maybe he would have dropped it, but...
"There wasn't anything in my drink," Asmadai said firmly, startled out of the more familiar speech pattern of drunken men by such a declaration from the other. "I drink my coffee black." Besides that, it was weird for someone to lay their head on his chest anyway. He felt like he should be petting Einar's hair or something since that was what he used to do when Maria had done it. (So he did, because it made sense, and he marveled for a moment over the fact that the Norwegian's hair did not feel hard at all.)
Finally he managed to push himself up on his elbows, which turned out to be a bad idea because Einar chose just that moment to lean more into him. He bit his lip and attempted to refrain from blushing- it didn't work, though. The color on his face couldn't be described as anything less than stop-light red. "Forgot what I was ap- apolog- apop- hn." He gave up on the word. It was much too big for him to pronounce with his brain clearly not working properly. "Whatever," he muttered darkly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 6:08 pm
"Eh, see you are getting sick because your face just turned bright red. We should get you to a doctor or something once I think I can stand up again. My leg went numb and I'm oddly tired."
Almost to accent his point Einar yawned and moved one of his arms to rub his eye, which resulted in him not having enough balance and falling down on top the Father once more. He was pretty sure the sudden contact had to hurt at least one of them considering Einar had a pain tolerance that was off the chart, and as he finished rubbing his eye he looked down.
"Eh, see, see? I guess coffee doesn't really wake you up like people told me it does. All I feel is more sleepy and my head is really warm. you're kinda comfy so why don't you stay down there and let me sleep with you?"
He meant it more or less as 'sleep on you' but he didn't care how it came out. A drunk man cares not.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 6:22 pm
If there was a way for Asmadai to have avoided having a large knot on the back of his head, it would have been back when the pilot first walked in. "Ow," he said, for the third time in a short while.
And, well, it made sense, he guessed. If it was because of the coffee, then that made it his fault Einar was so tired. Although, being a priest... Well, thinking of all the connotations didn't actually accomplish anything, so he stopped. "I guess. But only for a little." It was kind of nice to feel needed again, he decided. Having spent the better part of... a long time trying not to be needed, it would be okay to just do something like this just the once, right?
Yeah, that made sense. Asmadai fell quiet; it was kind of peaceful in the kitchen.
Then, very softly: "My head really hurts."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 6:54 pm
"Eh, reeeeeeeeeaaaaalllllllllllly?"
Einar's voice held a husky tone as more and more sleep came over him, and he yawned more heavily as he looked at the priest who wasn't putting up much of a fight. It was rather boring and made the man more sleepy than he actually was, and he let his elbows bend enough that he could stay atop Asamdai's frame without any discomfort to himself.
"You should put on more weight, you're like skin and bones. You wouldn't be too fun to embrace at all."
His voice was growing softer as he spoke each word and was down to a whisper as he said 'embrace', and after a moment the only sounds that came from him were soft and gentle snores that were muted against Asamdai's shirt.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 7:38 pm
He watched the other man for a moment. "Would so," he said, slightly offended. But he was very quiet about it, since he didn't want to wake Einar up.
Since he wasn't very tired himself, Asmadai had to find other things to do with his time while being a human pillow. The windows were too high to stare out of, and quickly growing too bright anyway; the coffee pot had long since stopped bubbling and hissing. There weren't even interesting notes on the fridge. Pretty much the only interesting thing was Einar, so of course he found himself staring at the other man as he slept.
Hopefully he would wake up soon, though, Asmadai's headache was reaching ridiculous heights.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:03 pm
Einar was unaware of how long he'd be out cold laying like he was on the priest, and when it finally came that sleep decided to take her blanket from his shoulders and allow him time awake the man groaned and stretched his shoulders without moving his arms.
Everything seemed to be alright except that there was a blank patch in his memories from the time he entered the kitchen until now, and he lifted his head up to look around to find that he was on the ground...but wasn't seeing things from ground level. More like he was a few inches above that and the tile beneath him was warm and moving, so the youth looked down to see the cause...and paled.
"Oh, well, hello Father. How long have you been down there?"
He quickly got to his feet and brushed himself off, acting rather nonchalant for the fact that he'd been sleeping on a man for who knows how long, and he grinned down as he continued to talk to the priest.
"You shouldn't sleep on the floor you know, it's bad for your body and your health. You're pretty lucky that you didn't catch a cold or anything."
Einar showed absolutely no signs of a hangover if what he had indeed consumed from before was alcoholic in nature, and in fact he looked much better than he had when he'd come into the kitchen in the first place. His face as bright and his back didn't hurt, so perhaps getting drunk and sleeping on Asmadai was something of a cure-all?
"Well, uh, I...need to get back to my room and get things finally put out and in order. I don't really know what happened after I got some coffee to drink, but I hope I didn't do anything dumb."
He was feeling more and more awkward though as drops of whatever had happened continued to elude his memory, and the youth headed towards the door without so much as a backwards glance.
"Take care Father, see you around."
He was out, just that quickly, with no more regrets as he ran to his room.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:11 pm
That was all well and good. Asmadai didn't need to sleep off the liquor to know he'd consumed it; his head pounded and Einar's voice was giving him a raging headache. Obviously there had been something. "See you, Einar," he said tightly as he walked to the trashcan and looked inside. Sure enough, whiskey in a high enough proof to put down a draft horse stared back at him.
He gritted his teeth and picked up his book. The priest, for one, wanted more sleep.
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