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[perfectteatime]

Hello. You've reached the message box for Byleth Eisner. Please leave a message after the beep.

... Was that all I had to do? Oh hit the pound key- BEEEEEP

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[fatefulprince]

[ <sub>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!</sub> ]

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...

[perfectteatime]

[ 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?

[fatefulprince]

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} ]

[perfectteatime]

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?

[fatefulprince]

[ _{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.} ]