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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.]

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I'm fine. [ He can feel the tips of his ears prickling with heat, though. Embarrassing. With how hectic October had been, it's no surprise Logan often went days without food simply because he'd forgotten.

God. There's so much uneaten mayonnaise in his kitchen. ]

The milk's gonna fill me up all right, X'rhun.

[X'rhun raises an eyebrow, looking at Logan over the rim of his glass.] Mayhap if you were a kitten, it would have. But you're a full-grown man, and no amount of tall glasses would help with that.

[Then he sets the glass down and leans forward, setting his elbows on the low table.]

Come now, Logan. Allow me to do this one thing for you, after all that you have done for me.

[ The corner of his left eye twitches at the word "kitten", but the concept of X'rhun wanting to repay him is what stalls his tongue from making up some other excuse to keep from taking up his time.

Right thumb stroking the side of his glass (and his stomach rumbling again, the damn traitor), Logan rests his elbows on the table and blows air out from his lips. It makes the milk in the glass ripple prettily. ]

...okay.

[Logan looks so much like he's pouting that X'rhun cant help but reach out and ruffle his hair a little before he stands. He wobbles just a little, slightly unsteady from the dizziness that overtakes him in the change in position, but his tail provides him with the balance needed to stay upright. Then he shakes his head and returns to the kitchen.]

I hope you like fish-- it's the majority of what I have in stock!

[For... obvious... reasons...]

Unless you prefer to dine in the blood of thine enemies-- and in that I must disappoint you.

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Yeah, I've had enough blood the past couple weeks, believe me. [ Logan can't help the small smile, though. "Blood of thine enemies", what dramatic shit.

Though speaking of obvious reasons, Logan takes in X'rhun's tail and the ears on his head. Though he might not be felis domestica, he's certainly got to be felis something. ] You eat that raw?

[He pokes his head out of the kitchen, ears twitching.]

Aye, I do, occasionally with other things on the side. But you needn't worry-- I am in possession of a stove and an oven for guests who prefer their meats cooked.

Oh. You don't have to cook. [ And not even because Logan doesn't want X'rhun to exert too much effort for his sake. ]

I grew up eatin' raw, too. Doesn't make much difference to me.

Ohhh? [One ear flicks.] A strange Hyur, you are. [But if that keeps him from having to spend all that time in front of the stove and worrying about overdoing the meat, then so much the better.

So what he returns to the table with is not a plate of cooked fish but raw tuna, sliced into pieces, some chili peppers on the side, and two forks. Because if Logan is eating raw, so will he. If he eats, the longer he'll be able to sleep earlier after all, rest unbothered by a growling stomach.

Like Logan's.]

Here you are, my friend.

[And this time, he sits down on his backside like other people, rather than in the usual crouch of Miqo'te men.]

Thanks. [ Logan's pretty iffy about the peppers, but he does pick a slice of tuna up between his fingers. Without fanfare he pops it into his mouth to chew and swallow. It's decent quality; Logan's taste buds might be neutral to most things that aren't fruit, but he recognises good fish when he tastes it. ]

So, "Hyur". [ Another tuna piece is shoved in, and Logan speaks with his mouth semi-full. ] That's your world's word for "human"?

[What a barbarian, using his fingers when X'rhun brought forks!! But he's not annoyed, honestly.]

No, human is human-- Hyur is one of the races of man, which would encompass yourself if you were Eorzean. Mine own is Miqo'te. [Which means X'rhun has just established himself as human in this conversation, and not an animal.]

[ Oh. That makes more sense.

Logan picks another piece of fish up. ]

And Miqo'te [ the word is funny on his tongue; Logan has to pause and repeat it under his breath a little to make sure he's said it right: Miqo'te, Miqo'te ] Miqo'te and Hyur and that-- Lala... falala [ Lalafell, Logan ] race you mentioned before, they're all equal?

Aye. Mayhap not in appearance or population, depending on where you go, but we mostly are.

[He's just... not going to mention the Gridanian attitudes, especially of their Elezen.]

Though there are those who see us as savages beneath them-- but fortunately, those come from the empire, not Eorzea. You seen them in a way, did you not?

Uh... yeah. I did. [ Though his memories of who'd been fighting in Ala Mhigo are pretty hazy at best. He'd been too busy focusing on the younger X'rhun in his arms, on dodging weapons and attacks instead of looking around. ]

I was wondering 'cause I ain't human. [ Another piece of fish down the chute. Logan washes it down with more milk. ] And I get what it's like to be seen as inferior people.

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