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"The Cliffs?" He blinked at this, picturing the drunked Hyde wandering off a ledge in the dark. "May I trust you'll stay -in- hour house until you feel right again then?" Even a drow, he rememebered, could wander into considerable danger if they wandered off in an drunken state, and males could not count on the even vague protection a female could. "Are you alright?" He was sufficiently distracted not to really notice the color shift, though his dark vision might have picked it out where more diurnal eyes would find it difficult in the dark. "Come on, lets get you back..."

"Erm. Generaly speaking? No...not at all...." Feroz cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to figure out how to steer the uncooperative drunk toward home. It was his turn to blush furiously as a result of the drunken snuggle. "Are all surface elves this prone to snuggling?" He asked back, debating weather or not to just pick up Hyde, as trying to make him walk wasn't going very far. He was also reminding himself that he seemed to remember Hyde mentioning he was already involved with someone, which went suprisingly further to Drow mentality than an outsider might actually expect. For all their openly promiscuous looking clothing, intimicy required some level of trust, something in short supply in most of the underdark.
"You're going to be amazingly hung over aren't you?" He debated out loud. "Here. Don't panic, I'm going to try and cary you...."

Feroz sighed rather than explain what in his mind was the stark difference between the Surface Elves (Darthirii) and the Drow (Ilythiiri), and instead consentrated on picking up Hyde as smoothly as possible. "Glad to hear it..." He noted, looking around in the darkness for the direction he was trying to go. "Well lets get you home, alright?" He noted, finaly setting off in the direction he thought Hyde meant. If nothing else he supposed he could always take him to -his- home if they became hopeless lost, then work out that knotted thread when his new freind woke up. "Drital morfethen dos sel'tur...ol zhah bwael whol dos Usstan tlun naut d' natha shar ulu jivviim dos whol ol." He noted, in Drowish to the elf cuddled up to his shoulder sleepily for warmpth. Was it ever this chilly in the Underdark? Save for the depthless pools of eyeless fish and other curious and questing blind things, he couldn't remember anyplace that hadn't been warm. It was only when he'd approached the surface the stones had gone cold around them, then they'd come to the surface, where the warmpth of everything seemed to have an alarming amount to do with the eye searing blaze of the sun.

ooc: Translator

"Lu'oh shlu'ta dos gotfrer vel'klar dosst delmah zhah? Vel'bol xunus dos drital, darthirii?!" Feroz protested, before switching back to common. "....you're not sure? This is a problem, Hyde." He noted, scanning for other houses. If Hyde were the only one living up on these craigs it would be one matter, if he weren't, this could be a hastle.
".....Fine. Lets think about this when you have a headache to match a pounded anvil. We're going to my home, small and well pickled one." He grumphed, changing his direction toward his own home. Built into one of the hills, some might have sarcasticly referred to it as a Hobbit Hole until they saw who came out of it. It was also far less bright inside than any propper Hobbit hole would have ever been, the walls built up with stones to make Feroz feel more 'at home', and few windows.
His own arms and torso were broadly built, and he carried the delicate Hyde easily, keeping his arms around him for balance and for warmpth, and his hair looked only slightly whiter than Hyde's face in the moonlight, though in the deep darkness, his eyes which were blue by day looked like two fireplace coals. Bright red in the dark.

"EH?" Had he forgotten that Hyde spoke Drow? or did he simply not know? He didn't dwell terribly much on the conundrum, having to make an sudden and unexpected shift to try and stay upright with a squirming armload of Hyde. On matter to keep your footing in battle, another to grapple someone that you -weren't- trying to hurt. "What do you think you are? A lizard??" He demanded, trying to hold on and keep his footing at the same time, which was surprisingly difficult with the restriction at hand. Of course his footing had also been learned on the rock and sometimes fungus of the underdark. Not the surface....and his slip ironicly half came from trying -too- hard to keep upright, overcorrecting his stance as though his footing had been on something much more slick.

Feroz grunted as they hit the ground, taking a moment to catch his breath. Fighters training said to roll over fast and move, but fighters instinct didn't apply here. "We did fall down." He agreed, flopping out in resignation as Hyde settled on him like a pillow. "Comfortable?" He asked, poking Hyde lightly in the shoulder with one finger, less than certain how to handle these drunken attentions. The sentementality of the drow made affection an strange and alien thing, though not impossible, though many found it so frightening and alien that they went out of their way to destroy the object of that affection, making even the gentler minded amoung them hesitate to act on such emotions in any way that could be construed as thusly alien. Hyde clearly, especially drunk, had no such dilema, in spite of the chain pressed between them.

Feroz sighed quietly and squeezed Hyde's hand gently in return. "You're nice yourself, but it's cold out here. Why don't we get us both someplace warm?" He offered, patting Hyde on the shoulder with his free hand, though on levels he didn't fully understand, he enjoyed the closeness. The idea of being that close to someone and not worrying for one's own safety, and waited to see if Hyde was interested in moving rather than disrupt him. It would likely be terribly awkward to explain if someone stumbled across them, but he couldn't hear anyone for the time being.

Feroz sat up also, blinking as Hyde mainainted a grip on his hand. There was a sort of artistic contrast there he could appreciate.
That one word could be translated so many ways.
"Chath zhah mziln sune, drill ol flamgran. D' folt klezn, udos ph' keer olist." He noted, as cryptic a response as he found Hyde's comment, adding. "Come on, my home is not too far. It's also warm, and I know where it is." He added, teasing lightly as he shifted to a crouch, to stand up easily, offering to lift Hyde again, unsure that he was yet ready to walk again, and not minding the task at any rate.

((From Drow: "Fire is also warm, but it burns. Of such things, we are taught caution."))