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*stands in the doorway looking out at the lake party. He's holding His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon and petting him absently.*

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*it's hours later. Hob walks down, a little self-consciously, from the bar.*

*turns around from where he's sitting and waves a little with his bottle - full, but considering the state of the other bottles he'd been filling it with, no indication of his drunkenness*

*tiredly*

...I'm sorry. There was... business. At the bar. I didn't bring any paradoxes. How drunk are you, and can you walk?

Paradoxes? 're crunchy. Forgot about them.

Hmm. Dunno.

*stands up confidently but sways quite a bit*

*catches Reg to keep him from falling onto the dozing kitten.*

Oh, no. Not a good idea. Here. Lean on me. We're going back up to the bar. Um--- how am I going to---

*with some maneuvering he manages to keep Reg upright while reaching down for Nebuchadnezzar and tucking the kitten under an arm.*

Right. Here we go. Up we go.

*obediently leans on Hob and doesn't sway as much*

Wan' me to hold His 'mperal Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon? He can sleep on my head. 'f he wants.

You may hold him if you promise not to drop him. I don't care how drunk you are; drop my kitten and you're going in the lake.

*they lurch forward towards the bar.*

*drunkly offended* Wouldn' drop him. 'd be terrible if a kitten got dropped. *blinks and shakes his head* Though you should probably keep him, anyways.

*tries not to trip over anything in the grass*

Right, I'm definitely keeping him now. Good lord; who'd've thought you'd be so heavy?

*they stagger through the door and towards the boarding rooms.*

You are really going to regret this in the morning... wizard or no... as am I... and you're sleeping in my bed.

'm sorry. Didn't mean to be.

*holds on to the rail for dear life as they go up the stairs*

Why'm I sleeping in your bed?

Because I don't trust you to a)make it to yours, b)stay there alone, c)not accidentally lock yourself in, and d)not do anything else unfathomably stupid. Also, don't ask me that question.

*they reach Hob's room. He allows Reg to collapse onto the bed, and sets the kitten down rather more gently on the floor.*

I've something I have to take care of. I suggest you sleep. When you wake up I'll have brought towels and water and, you know, loads of helpful things and don't bother asking me why because I won't answer.

Oh. Okay.

*fidgets in the bed until he's fairly certain if he needs to vomit he can make it in time*

Um. Okay.

*half-asleep* Will you be here when I wake up?

*hesitates*

Dunno, kid. Can't promise it for sure. Don't know where I'll be myself. You can always come find me, though.

*he reaches out and brushes aside Reg's hair with a curiously fond look.*

You'll be alright.

*stands, goes to the door, and with a final unreadable look, leaves.*

*into the pillow, mostly asleep* 'kay. 'll find you 'f you're not here.

*the rest of him relaxes as he finally does go to sleep elsewhere than near the lake*

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