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[penitently]

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

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[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.]

[penitently]

Be like what?

[Now he was confused. Good job, Petre.]

[broil]

Like you don't like me. I'm an awesome cuddler. I have reference letters on cuddling.

[whine whine whine.]

[penitently]

Whatever makes you think I do not like you, Petre. Have I not brought you home to be safe? Silly thoughts.

[broil]

Then hop on over!

[he pats the mattress by his side.]

[penitently]

[The boy, for that was what Kurt would think of him as because of his appearance, was a constant frustration. Proven by the sigh Kurt gave him, as if he was being heavily put upon.]

I was going to let you have the bed and take the couch.

[broil]

I didn't call you to make you sleep on the couch. As much of a gentleman that'd make you. Which is pretty cute, but.

[no.]

[penitently]

You are not making me do anything.

[He was going to point out the obvious one more time, putting emphasis where he meant it to go.]

You are drunk, freund. This is not the time to try to be... ah, exploring of new... things.

[broil]

[Ouch.]

So you're just going to leave me alone.

[penitently]

[Kurt frowned.]

I am not leaving you alone. I am merely in another room.

[broil]

I wanted to be with you.

[but he's also drunk.]

[penitently]

[Someone was going to have to spell it out for him.]

You are with me...

[broil]

[he's an annoying brat. i'm so sorry.]

Fine...

[He lets go of Kurt, rolls away petulantly instead.]

[penitently]

[Kurt was confused. A blue, confused puppy. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with Petre, but he was here and safe and that was better than drunk near a small body of water. Making sure the water and pills were on the bedside table, he slowly moved to creep out of his own room, feeling like maybe he'd done something wrong, but not certain what that was.]

[broil]

[He'll be a good boy and fall asleep, even if he's sulking. Hopefully he'll be in a better mood in the morning. He'll try to find Kurt in the living room soon as he's up, at least.]

[penitently]

[Kurt will be sprawled over the couch, blanket fallen to the floor, pillow half off, and legs and arms akimbo, tail looped around the back to keep him from falling off.]

[broil]

[He doesn't ask for permission to touch him. He's sleeping anyway, so who cares, he thinks, brushing his hand down to feel the tip of a pointy ear. He runs his fingers through his hair, too. Not quite an affectionate gesture as much as it's simply curious.]

[penitently]

[Kurt's breathing stutters as he starts to wake, blinking yellow, sleepy eyes up at Petre. The touch to his ear tickles, but he's got a small smile from the hand through his hair.]

Petre?

[broil]

Rise and shine.

[He sounds less like a brat now. Yay.]

Sleep well? Doesn't look like a comfortable couch.

[penitently]

[Silver lining? Hopefully.

He moves to get up, sitting and stretching, yawning and covering his mouth before looking back up at his house guest.]

I have slept in worse. How was your rest? Is your head all right?

[broil]

Of course it is. I told you I don't get headaches.

[See? Not much of a liar after all.]

I did offer to let you sleep on the bed with me.

[penitently]

Yes, you did, but that would not have been right.

[Kurt was Catholic, remember? No taking advantage of drunk little demons.]