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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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