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[danzan]

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[danzan]

...but your magic works. That's gotta count for something, right?

[vermillon]

Made less potent, but aye. [Then he twitches his ears.]

But I shan't be casting any more Flares, my friend. That's not in my specialty. [And... he thinks if he attempted it out here, without even a black mage crystal to ease the way, he would kill himself.

Again.]

[danzan]

I like how you say that like I'm askin' you to do it in the near future.

[ Logan shakes his head. ] We're good.

But one of these days you gotta show me what other spells you can do. Maybe we can figure some defence strategies [ a shrug ] in case we gotta fight together again.

[vermillon]

[Well, X'rhun can always put a Verflare on him...

But no, he would rather not cast a spell on Logan.]

I shall need a striking dummy for that, my friend-- my magicks are purely for combat, and I refuse to use them on you despite your ability to heal.

[danzan]

[ Deadpan. ] You gotta quit assuming I want you to burn my ass.

A striking dummy'll work. It'll be easy.

[vermillon]

You are rather self-sacrificing, my friend. [Almost every encounter they've had has just been Logan doing this over and over again.] And I would prefer to have your rear intact, with how soothing it is to look at.

[danzan]

[ He laughs just a bit, remembering the ridiculously flirtatious remark a younger, exhausted X'rhun told him in a dream. ] Well, I'm glad you appreciate it.

But I'm only getting in your spells if I really have to. Promise.

[ He even makes a small cross over his heart to mark it.

...and then yawns a bit after, the hand on his chest moving up to cover his mouth. ] Hrrgh. Shit.

[vermillon]

[X'rhun would have said more, something about that little cross over Logan's chest, but he's interrupted by yawning. And he shakes his head, a small smile on his face.]

Mm... Are you sure you don't wish to sleep here? The daybed is free, and I have more room upstairs.

[danzan]

[ God damn X'rhun and his kindness. Logan stares at him in silence for a handful of seconds, then dips his head with a slightly embarrassed downcast of his eyes. ]

...could you wake me up in an hour and a half? [ One whole sleep cycle. ] I'm gonna end up here two days straight if you don't.

[vermillon]

[Again he talks about sleeping for two days like its a curse rather than a boon. X'rhun would give anything to sleep that long, really. And uninterrupted as well.

Alas, that has not been in his cards for a long time.]

Aye. [X'rhun can stay awake a little longer for that, can he not?] Go on, pick your poison-- here or upstairs?

[danzan]

[ He doesn't want to be a two-day fixture in your house, X'rhun!

But Logan makes some dismissive wave of his hand and slowly leans forward, arms folding over the table. Where, X'rhun is asking?

His forehead thunks gracelessly onto his arms. All his muscles relax at once.

Here is fine. And it'll only be maybe half a minute until he passes out entirely. ]

[vermillon]

Not on the table! [X'rhun leans over to swat at Logan's ear. Then he tugs at it just to make sure he has the man's attention.]

Daybed-- go on, that's only just a few fulms-- feet away!

[danzan]

[ Logan doesn't even try speaking, though he does hiss at the pinch and pull to his ear, shoulders shaking slightly.

Mouth still closed, he tilts his head to rest his cheek on his arm, looking up at X'rhun with a non-threatening glare and growling low in his throat.

A brat. ]

[vermillon]

[X'rhun points at the bed. Insistently.

The growling is nothing to him, because he's heard more threatening growls. Has made more threatening growls himself. This is nothing to him, merely akin to kit trying to get their way.]

Do it, you overlarge kitten, or I shall leave you asleep for the two entire days you are so afraid of.

[danzan]

[ Logan squints. Hard.

He wouldn't.................. ]

[vermillon]

Bed! [Still insistently pointing... But this time with a snap in his tone that will brook no arguments.

Logan is stubborn, but X'rhun is determined to be moreso this time around. Too long has he allowed Logan to just do whatever he wants.]

[danzan]

[ That has Logan's head snapping up, the stupid animal in his head responding immediately to the firm tone.

(Oh, God. The last person who'd talked to him like this was Charles.)

Logan grumbles and gets to his feet, dragging them along until he lands haphazardly on the daybed. He growls all the while, curling up on his side. He lies with his back facing the room.

And then lifts his hand to flip his middle finger up. ]

[vermillon]

[The gesture means absolutely nothing to X'rhun, unfortunately. He's never seen as such before... Though he can accurately guess as to what it means.

But it still doesn't mean anything because Eorzeans have vulgar hand signs all on their own, and the middle finger is not one of them.

So X'rhun merely tosses a blanket over Logan, and pelts him with cushions in case the kitten would like a nest, and makes his way to the kitchen for some godsdamned tea.]