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[penitently]

"Please leave a message. I would not want to miss your call."

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[broil]

kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt

[penitently]

Petre? Are you well?

[broil]

frgt my keys

im rly drunk

can i crash at u place

[penitently]

[Tch, Petre. What was he going to do with you?]

Of course. Where are you and I will come get you.

[broil]

im at that foutsjn with the thig

foutain

stague of a biiiiiig horse

[penitently]

Stay put. I will be there--

Now...

[Said as he was tucking his device back in his pocket, appearing in a puff of smoke just above the fountain and landing atop the horse. He leaped down and came over to Petre, head tipping.]

You are... very drunk, yes? Silly demon.

[broil]

[It takes him a mom to look up in a daze when he hears that puff, looking considerably surprised. Kurt has never demonstrated that particular trick before, even if it's a cool one. It gets Petre to smile lazily, looking like he's about to pass out and sleep on the other man's shoulder at any second.]

I am so fucking drunk. Are you disappointed in me?

[There's obviously no fear of that, seeing as he's still smiling while he asks.]

[penitently]

Why on earth would I be disappointed in you? I am not your parents. And even if I were, you are hardly a child to be scolded, yes?

[Silly demon. Someone was maudlin.]

[broil]

'Cause I like you. 'N I want you to like me too.

[Still smiling, still half-joking, but he really would like to be in Kurt's favor. Call it sentimentalism, whatever. All he knows is that his accent is even thicker when he's wasted.]

I wonder what my parents would think of me now.

[penitently]

I am glad you like me. I do like you, Petre. I would like to think of you as a friend.

[Ah, and now Kurt was wondering what maudlin demons got like. Worrying about his parents? That wasn't what he would have expected.]

I do not know. Are they still... alive?

[broil]

You can think of me as a friend. I'll think of you as a friend too.

[and now they're friends.]

Nope. Burned down to ashes. Probably burning in hell too.

[penitently]

Then it is decided.

[If only all things were so simple.]

Ah... well. That is... somewhat depressing. I'm sorry to hear that.

[broil]

Is it depressing? [hm.] Whatever happened to your parents?

[penitently]

[Looping his arm around Petre, he gave him a crooked smile before he teleported them back to his place -- close to the bathroom in case the move didn't agree with his demon friend.]

I do not know. I never knew my parents. I was found by a circus.

[broil]

[It... took quite a bit to make Petre vomit. He isn't the kind that gets sick easily - or at all - unless there's some kind of divine presence complicating his health for him.

It does take him a moment to assess the change of location, though. So he breathes heavily.]

A fun kind of circus?

[penitently]

Are not all circuses fun?

[broil]

I dunno, never been to one.

[wehhh.]

[penitently]

Truly? How is it you have never been to one? That is quite a shame...

[When Petre showed no signs of being ill from the quick trip, Kurt started to lead him towards his bedroom. He would tuck him into his bed and take the couch for himself. Perhaps he should leave water on the bedside table as well.]

[broil]

Not part of my job description, I guess. I'm a very busy guy!

[He lets himself get led quite amiably, lazy and heavy when he drops down on the bed.]

Where are you going?

[penitently]

To get you some water. Perhaps aspirin for the headache you are certain to have in the morning.

[broil]

Oh.

[He laughs, eyes shut, rolling his head.]

I don't get headaches.

[penitently]

Ah, you say that now, but you are very, very drunk, Petre.

[Kurt shuffled in the kitchen to get a glass and fill it with water, making a stop in the bathroom to gather two tiny white pills. He brought it all over to the bedside table, setting them down and standing over the drunk demon.]

You need to sleep.

[broil]

[It'd seem like he should be falling asleep during the time Kurt is out, but soon as he's there again Petre's eyes are open and drowsily blinking up at him. And then it's like he just told a toddler to eat his broccoli, because he doesn't like the sound of that.

So he just reaches to tug at his sleeve.]

Nooo. Lie down with me.

[penitently]

[Kurt looks at the hold on his sleeve, a dark blue brow winging up as he moves his gaze to Petre.]

You are drunk, Petre. You really should sleep.

[Trust him, Petre. Sleeping was goooood.]

[broil]

Come on, don't be like that.

[he's smiling, not unlike a cat.]