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Where are you?

[_{OKAY - he has time to text now averting the scowling gaze of Felix.} ]

the bar where felicks danc;d
his hsuband was there too
red hair very cool
are u coming to drink! lets party!

[_{CORRIN NO}]

Felix danced? No, never mind it. I don't know where that bar is. Can you press the little thing on your gear that says "share my location"?

I am not coming to drink I am taking you home.

[_{Sooo.... a voice message has just landed in Byleth's inbox. Corrin held down the record button with his finger, as he hunches over while laughing hysterically into his Pokégear. When Byleth hits play, he'll hear the following:} ]

We're playing hide and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeek?!?!?! That's soooooooo [_hic ] great!! And I'm gonna let you win.... 'cause I'm nice! Next time... I'm gonna ....send you a pin......to the wrong place.... which would be [_hic ] SO naughty. But it would be such a good strategy for winning hide and seek. I'm the champ, you know. Well you better start countin'! I'm gonna hiiiiiiide!

[_{📍 Corrin's location is, miraculously, sent without any further disasters.

when Byleth comes to the outside area where Corrin is, he will find him

hiding behind a lamp post,

giggling to himself.} ]

[ He's just gonna have to take that one isn't he? When he does arrive, thankfully, he spots Corrin absolutely immediately. He is really three sheets to the wind isn't he? Byleth sighs and walks over to him, presenting him with a bottle of water. ]

All right, drink this. Slowly.

[ While he's hopefully busy with that, Byleth takes off his overcoat and drapes it on Corrin before crouching down and kind of. Backing up into him. Piggyback time. ]

Come on. Up you get. We're going.

Ahh you found me! Heehehe! [_{The smiling, giggling drunkard takes the water bottle and - sorry Byleth did you say drink slowly? By the time the other man has draped his coat over his shoulders, the bottle is empty. He can't see a bin nearby so he just ... puts the empty bottle in his bag. He is considerate about the environment even while hammered!

although he drank too fast and has given himself the hiccups. idiot.} ]

Not a cocktail, but still pretty good! [_hic ] Y'know, if I was at home I coulda just... made water appear! [_{gestures to exaggerate this!} ] I'm a water dragon! [_{hic - which he tries to disguise as a 'rawr!'} ]

And look, I know what you're thinkin' - no, I'm not a Pokémon, like... I can't transform into a dragon in this place... [_hic ] for some really weird reason! Otherwise I'd prove it to you. [_{points. threateningly. with love.} ] If I COULD... I'd give you a water... in exchange for this one. From my dragony water powers.

[_{he elegantly flops onto Byleth's back, limp, like a Seel trying to climb a rock. while laughing.

he may need a hand.} ]

Noooooo...! What if I crush you!?

[ Damn it. Well. At least he's. On his back now. He has a sneaking suspicion he's going to get barfed on, which is... it's fine. It's whatever. He just hikes Corrin up into a piggyback and starts off toward home. ]

I think I will survive somehow.

[ He mumbles. Thankfully Corrin is pretty light, but he definitely feels the strain of losing his powers here. He's nowhere near as physically strong as he was. ]

[_{it's fine - all things considered. As they walk, and Corrin is in the middle of describing how he's absolutely a dragon, you NEED to believe him Byleth, he's really a dragon!! HE WISHES HE COULD PROVE IT AND-- OH

MAY THERE IS A WAY AFTER ALL} ]

--Wait!

Belp. [_{YEAH THAT'S YOUR NAME NOW BYLETH} ] Hear me out. [_{he pats him repeatedly to try get down and then

points at him.} ] I got AN IDEA! Do youuuu ... [_hic ] own any dragon types. Dragon Pokémon. [_{where is he going with this....} ]

[ He does not let Corrin down. No, they will keep walking. Byleth is most interested in getting him cleaned up and in bed. ]

I do. I have a Noibat.

REALLY! THAT'S GREAT!

[_{he starts to wiggle. he's. TRYING TO. LET GO. AND FREE HIMSELF

instead he just taps Byleth's shoulders with his palms.} ]

You ready to hear the BEST idea of my [_hic ] entire life?! [_{excuse him as he just - erupts into a fit of giggles for a bit.} ]

Okay so. In this world... in battle... dragon beats dragon... so weird, right?...!! [_{do you see where he's going with this} ] Like! Hear me out!

[_{he allows his body to fall LIMP off Byleth's back - let's ignore how much that hurt for a second. Corrin sprints in front of him and then gestures at himself, looking VERY excited.} ]

Blast me with a dragon type move!! Right now!

[_{he extends both of his arms!!!!! making himself into a target!! a beaming, excited target!!!} ]

C'mon! Blast meeeeeeeeeeeeee! And-- [_hic ] if it hurts like HELL - then you'll know I'm a dragon! 'Cuz I'll be weak to itttttt! Just fuck me up, Byleth! _{Ooohh, I said a bad word, that's not very princely of me, heeheee--!}

[_{he puts both of his hands on Byleth's shoulders. he's so stupid and drunk yet excited that he's practically SPARKLING.} ]

Whaddya say!? Wanna fuck me up with Dragonbreath? Right now-?! [_{hee hee hee! he's giggling because he's a royal!! saying swear words!!} ] It'll be amaaaaaaaaaaazing!

WH-

[ Well. There he goes. And he's shouting. For Byleth to. Have his Noibat. Blast him. Byleth sighs, dragging a hand over his face slowly before walking forward and just scooping Corrin up over his shoulder this time. ]

First of all-

No.

Secondly, I am absolutely certain it does not work that way.

And lastly- my Noibat doesn't even know any dragon type moves yet. He's a baby. I am not going to be fucking anyone any which way but especially not up. Now. No more fussing. We're going home.

Edited 2022-04-05 06:23 (UTC)

[_{whoA WHOA WHOAAAAAAAA ... HE'S BEING CARRIED NOW .......THIS IS HAPPENING... IT'S FINE....

he makes sure he unfurls a VERY DRAMATIC SIGH to emphasise his disappointment that Byleth refused to obliterate him with a Dragon type Pokémon. So mean! So rude!} ]

Fine... but it was worth a shot! [_{he giggles} ] Swearing in front of royalty, are you? [_{CORRIN YOU?? WERE THE ONE WHO SWORE?????} ] How rude! I'll send you to the dungeon. [_{he's laughing so hard} ] Jus' hidding! [_hic ] I don't even have a dungeon. And even if I did... I'm not that kinda prince. The King who stole me and pretended to be my father [_hic ] was a dick-! A colossal... asshole. When I'm crowned King I'm never [_hic ] gonna be like him. He imprisoned me in a tower after stealin' me as a baby when he murdered my adopted Dad... who does that? [_hic ] It really was like livin' in a dungeon ... I'd never felt grass beneath my feet 'til like ... [_{the cogs in his drunk brain are turning while he thinks} ] ... last year? And this place is just... [_siiiigh ] so nice... though I'm .... a bit homesick, it's okay ... I got so much life to live ... from everythin' I missed out on... the outside world is amaaaazing!

[_{he is going to spend the entire journey home rambling, thank you for tolerating this} ]

Bellth ... you're really strong. [_hic ] Wanna join my army? wait... I'm not in the war any more! Never mind. [_{and he's off having another giggle fit.} ] Though I'd rather not be in war ever again... I hate it. [_{god does he EVER SHUT UP (NO)} ] Whass the point in war? When y'can just... not do that... [_{more laughter, CHRIST} ] Strong arms like yours could hold a blade -- or they could be used for huggin'! Much better than war...

[ That was a whole. Verbal adventure Corrin just took him on. The bits of information about his life are not missed though. Something Byleth may have to inquire about later. Right now he focuses on keeping this drunk twink under control.

Don't worry Corrin, you aren't the first person to try to recruit Byleth.

The comment about hugging does get a little huff of amused endearment. ]

I do prefer hugging to fighting. I'll give you plenty of hugs if you behave and do as I say tonight. How about that?

You do!? Thaaaas great! [_hic ] I'll do anything you say. I promiss I'll be good. Ahh, I can't wait for hugs! ... We're kinda huggin' right now if you think about it. [_{he says, while nearly upside down over Byleth's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, with neither of his arms involved in the situation} ]

You know what. We kind of are. But I'll give you proper hugs later.

[ He has to admit he's pretty cute...

They do manage to make it home, and Byleth totes Corrin to his own room, laying him down in bed and tucking him in. He fixes him up with a few glasses of water and some pain killers for the morning, along with some basic toast and butter so he has something other than alcohol in his stomach. ]

There we are. All cozy. I'll be out in the living room if you need me, just call. And tell me if you feel like you might get sick, okay?

[_{oh... bed. comfortable. sleep time. but not until he drunkenly exclaims his reassurance to Byleth that he's okay.} ]

Fire cannot kill a dragon!

[_{by which he means - don't worry, Byleth. he won't get ill. soon afterwards, he's out like a light.} ]

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