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[Noctua opens the door and, since Pavo was leaning on it, he immediately flops onto him. He smells like booze and sex and is absolutely out of it. He's also probably wearing Cupcake colours and maaay not be fully dressed.]

Whoah-- Hi! There you are.

[time to stifle the. many. complicated emotions he's having right now.]

...You're a mess. Come, take a bath.

Whatever you want, sunshine.

[He's not actually moving though, because the world is still spinny and also he's just having some general "moving anything below the waist" issues at the moment.]

[...strides forward and tucks himself under Pavo's arm. he'll help.]

This way.

Mmhmm.

[What way? Who cares. He's going where directed but he's also leaning on Noctua and putting his face in his hair.]

You smell nice.

Certainly, compared to you.

[steering him to his decadent bathroom]

So we'll fix that.

[Everything is fine, clearly. He's fine. No bad coping here.]

You've got good taste, too.

It was like this when we got here.

Undress. I'll stay with you.

Sure~

[He's only wearing an unbuttoned shirt and pants that he stole anyway. As he reaches for the pants though he pauses--]

Oh, right!

[--and pulls two Visions from his pocket! One is his, the other is... hydro and quite distinct.]

I got you a present!

...

[oh fuck]

Pavo.

Hmmm? Don't tell me you disapprove.

[Stealing visions is shitty but like. Fatui??

He's not at all concerned for his own safety.]

I don't, but... This place is small.

I know. I can handle that bratty little goldfish just fine.

You'd better sober up then.

[helping finish stripping him, brisk]

He won't be coming here tonight.

[Pavo is pretty sure of that!

Pavo also has big ugly bloody bite marks on his shoulder, and scratches where large claws dug into his back. Noctua, of course, should be able to identify THOSE easily. He's got a few burgeoning bruises here and there from tussling, falling to the floor, and just generally being manhandled by giant hands during rough sex, so he clearly had a wild time!]

...I see you wore him out.

[dry as a fucking desert, trying to suppress how murderous those marks make him feel to see.]

I left him frozen to the bed, too.

[He is soooo proud of himself, and way too drunk to think about consequences. He can handle turning the faucet on to fill the tub though.]

Hey, Noctua... That trophy is a peace offering, so forgive me for my absence, will you?

...I'll consider it.

[pockets the vision, in any case, and starts stripping himself.]

Don't just consider it!

[Pavo is in fact so intoxicated he's just going to openly whine instead of playing smooth.]

[hm

yeah nah, just reeling pavo into his arms actually, tucking his chin over his shoulder.]

[He is so easily manhandled. He just flops when pulled on, and immediately reaches up to tug on Noctua's hair.]

If you hug me I'm going to fall asleep.

Then sleep. I'll take care of you.

Bath first.

[He's tired but he's also got sticky gross in his hair and like. Everywhere.]

...And don't be that nice to me.

I want to.

[but letting him go, mostly, nudging him towards the bath.]

...

[He does at least keep himself from saying anything else he shouldn't! But that means he just doesn't say anything, frowning quietly to himself as he slips into the bath.]

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