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[The Miqo'te chuckles, a small hint of his usual cheer coming back. He hasn't had much reason to laugh lately, not with everything going on, the aches of his body (and his lack of painkillers now), the bandage over his cheek and everything he's done to save people, but the image of a rough man trying to play the chivalrous knight is too endearing.

He tucks his hand into the crook of Logan's elbow, accepting the offer, and stands. He can handle his own weight at least, but he's grateful for the assistance all the same, when the endless night is still a huge hindrance.]

Lead the way, Ser Knight! [His ears wiggle in sheer amusement over the situation.]

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Oh. [ A very mild surprise. ] So I'm a knight now.

[ But he leaves the church with X'rhun in tow, one arm bent for him to hold and the other keeping the thurible at their side. The beasts that they come near hiss and recoil, running each time the scent of the incense comes near, and Logan walks at a slower pace so as not to rush X'rhun at his side. ]

You've been busy, huh. [ Not that Logan's one to talk, but he does have a healing factor to make up for any especially awful fatigue. ]

Mrr. [X'rhun places his other hand on Logan's arm as well, lacing his fingers together much in the way a lady would on her man's arm. They may be two adult men and X'rhun is too weathered to be a young maid, though they do have the height difference somewhat right.] I cannot in good faith allow myself to be idle, not when this situation has gone on long enough.

[Not when he can hear and smell the beasts, his tail slightly stiff as they walk due to wariness.]

And I would indeed like Sodder back.

[ Sodder. Her name makes Logan huff a bit through flared nostrils, but he can't say X'rhun's wrong. He wants her back, too, even if he'd spent most of September unsure if she was real.

Though he supposes he wants her back more because she seems to represent hope around here, and he's well-aware of the power of that.

His answer is simple: ] Me too.

This place was weird enough before she went missing.

Aye. None of the previous happenings in Deerington had been as bad as this.

[August could have qualified as something awful... though more mentally taxing than anything. But this is undoubtedly worse, because it challenges the entirety of one's being.]

So far, [he amends. He's sure the Mother Superior will simply find something worse to do should they successfully find Sodder again.

X'rhun sighs. He wants to give in to the urge to lean himself against Logan's shoulder, let him take the Miqo'te's weight... but no. His house is not far from the church, surely he can walk across those streets on his own two feet and only need Logan as a guide.

Wait. Did he just...]

Logan? [Is that the man's name?]

[ Having only been around a month, Logan can't say he knows what those "previous happenings" entailed.

He does, however, recognise his own name, and turns his head briefly to look down at the top of X'rhun's head. ] What? [ He's not even a little concerned by the fact that he knows his name. ]

[X'rhun looks up at Logan, ears wiggling. So the man's name really is Logan, and X'rhun is... remembering some things about what happened back then.

It still seems like a far-off dream for him, more of the puzzle pieces missing than not. A spell-- Flare? too large and uncontrolled to be Verflare-- and a thaumaturge's rod, much ado about soul crystals, and Azeyma roses everywhere...

What a strange journey Logan must have gone through.

Oh right. Logan's expecting him to say something, isn't he?]

... Would you like to stay for a drink or two? You strike me as a beer type of fellow. [Good enough.]

At your place? [ He remembers the last time he drank beer, though. Remembers when he let himself get wasted at Majima's behest, laughed his ass off after half a bottle, and then passed out on one of the dirty tables.

...yeah, he's definitely not good at holding any drink without the healing factor. ]

Uh... you got juice?

No, juice is too sweet for my liking... [Because it has so much sugar.

Though that is a bit of a surprise, Logan asking for juice rather that something stronger, after what they've gone through. X'rhun himself has been hankering to drown himself in alcohol.]

Tea? Or mayhap milk.

[ Logan perks up noticeably at the mention of milk. It's actually a little embarrassing.

But he tries to play it cool, regardless. ] Milk's fine.

[X'rhun does notice how Logan seems to brighten at the mention of milk, and he wants to laugh. But that's rude-- so he instead smiles widely in a bright grin.]

Excellent! [Even with how tired he is, the heavy shadows underneath his eyes and the strain on his face, X'rhun still manages to be so cheerful. It might as well be one of his superpowers.]

Fortunately for you, there's still a carton I have not yet opened, so it's as fresh as could be.

Well. [ He almost smiles himself, but in typical Wolverine fashion, hides the sentiment behind a well-placed attempt to look elsewhere. ] Thanks.

It's cow's milk, right?

Aye. I doubt there's any other kind here in Deerington, in any case.

[Which is a shame, he thinks. He prefers yak milk.]

Do you prefer it warmed or not?

Hey, I'm happy with any milk long's it's full cream. [ Whoever invented 2% and skimmed and low fat shit ought to go to their own private hell, in Logan's opinion.

It's such a stupid thing to think about in the middle of hell like this, but the mundane feeling of it all is comforting in its own weird way.

X'rhun's place isn't too far now. They're coming up to a turn that'll take them to the street. ]

Besides, think warm milk'd just make me sleepy.

Being honest with you, my friend... I think you do need the sleep. [X'rhun squints up at him, just to make sure... Definitely deep shadows under Logan's eyes, right there. That he can actually see them in the dim light tells X'rhun more than what he'd like to know.]

More than I do, perhaps.

[ Logan won't even deny it. ] Yeah, I sure as hell do.

[ But there're still things to do, and people still need help.

Moving his thurible to the hand that's closer to X'rhun, he brings his free one up to rub lightly at one eye with his fist. ]

I got a long nap on my to-do list, believe me.

[X'rhun's eyes flick down to the thurible and reaches out to gently pluck it from Logan's hand. Let him carry that thing for you, buddy.]

Rest at my house, then. I've more than enough sleeping space for visitors.

Huh? [ It's a kind offer. Logan's mouth pulls into an awkward twist that's not quite a smile. ] ...nah, it's okay.

After a glass of warm milk, pretty sure I'd be out for days.

You make that prospect sound so undesirable. [X'rhun sighs and shakes his head.]

How stubborn you are.

Yeah, [ he snorts, faintly amused ] I get that a lot.

Can't afford to sleep too long now, though. Maybe when the world calms back down.

Very well, just the cold milk then.

[At least Logan wont have to wait long for it, they're already coming at the front steps of the Miqo'te's house. X'rhun disentangles himself from Logan's arm to open the door, tail brushing against Logan's leg as he moves. Of course, with his eccentricities, he never leaves the door locked, and all X'rhun does is push it open, stepping aside to make way into his house.]

Come on in then, Ser Knight. Pull up a cushion and seat yourself at the table, and I shall fix us those drinks.

[ He's never going to get used to "Ser Knight". But he does as told, having only really seen the inside of X'rhun's home once-- and even then, it had only been through a thin sliver between the door and its frame.

He picks one of the multitude of cushions and brings it over to the table, plopping down with no semblance of grace at all. For the shit of the nightmare outside, this place is actually a little cosy. ]

[Cosy, but with so few personal effects despite all the unique touches X'rhun has placed everywhere. Indeed, he barely has any decor save for the floating balloon in the corner.

He doesn't collect much unless they're useful for his house-- not that the Miqo'te cares much, nor does he notice as he throws off his long boots and wanders off to his pristine (because it has so few things in it) kitchen and busies himself with fetching a bottle of scotch and a glass to drink it in, and a taller glass of milk for his guest.

Though when X'rhun returns to Logan's company, he doesn't sit down quite like the Hyur-- instead, he crouches on one of those cushions, resting his rear on his ankles.]

Here-- milk for yourself, and on my side mine own personal stores of scotch.

That's fancy. [ The scotch, he means. He takes the glass of milk in two hands, holding it carefully, and starts by sniffing it.

Once it's deemed safe (nothing against X'rhun; it's just habit by now), he brings it up to his mouth to drink, and immediately his tummy rumbles with a hunger he didn't notice he had until he'd drunk half the glass down.

Logan looks down at his belly like it's betrayed him. Then he looks around the room, hoping to change the subject. ] Where'd you get all these books?

[X'rhun has to hide a smile when he hears Logan's body speak up about its hunger-- it's clear as day with his ears. And he really should feed his guest, X'rhun cant let that stand. Already he's trying to remember what he has in storage...

Fish, he thinks. Fish and meat, eggs and a few fruits. But more fish than anything else. He could definitely make something out of that.]

There is a book store in town. Much of my savings go into those. Some of them however are borrowed from the library.

[Then he points at Logan-- rather, his belly, and pours his scotch out with the other hand.]

Hungry, are ye? [Because that's important. That's always the most important thing.]

Edited 2018-11-02 15:15 (UTC)

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