if she's alright?

a little stressed out, but she'll be fine.

could help her if she would like?

if he could make her people stop killing each other like it was a game.

doesn't think he could unfortunately and especially if he couldn't do that himself for his own people.

humans are ridiculously stupid. It's making her physically exhausted.

agrees but they can usually only sit and watch.

to admit it's better than before...in a way. There was a point where civilians were allowed to kill bandits on the spot.

agrees with that there is considerably less killing than before were war was a common occurences.

the very thought of war. She'd been roped into it often enough as a colony.

can understand....he had started many wars but he'd like to think he was of a more peaceful nature now....

would like to think that too.

doesn't think she'd like to hear that he used to like war...very much....

knows he used to. She's heard a bit from her family. She also heard something about him kidnapping Lovi...?

didn't kidnap....it was more like he took an orphan and wandering child under his gracious care.

...most definitely did not hear it that way.

they were definitely telling it wrong in that case.

heard that Lovi wandered away from her Papa after a fight and that he kidnapped him..and then her Papa fought to get him back.

quirks a brow at that. It probably went something along that...except he gave the troublesome brat back in the end without much of a fight.

Lovi is a lot of trouble for anyone...even if he is her sibling..kinda.

the kid is useless ultimately.

Lovi...makes her Papa happy at least...and makes really good pasta.

shrugs and still thinks him useless.

offers him some rum.

stares at it for a second unsure if he should decline but ends up accepting and taking a long drag of it before passing it back.

[drag of rum? I've never heard of that before~]

takes it back, drinking from the bottle. Her head was wonderfully light.

( Neither did I....until I came here. xD ))

(( Unless...they were just messing with me in which case I used it incorrectly. ))

watches her wondering if maybe he should intervene.

perfectly fine! Besides, she's in her own house and she's drank loads more than this before.

[xD Well I knew what you meant, and that's all that counts? Who said drag of rum?]

doesn't think that she should resort to alcohol when she's feeling so torn...but he's probably not the best person to preach that and so

settles to keeping an eye on her just in case.

(( It wasn't used for rum...they used it for beer too....drag of beer...I don't know.. D: ))

[Hmmmmmmm Maybe its normal where that person is from xD I've never heard it]

resorts to alcohol for everything and anything. It was the one thing that consistently made her feel better.

wraps a protective arm around her and sits her down. He'd stay in take care of her even if she was capable of doing it herself.

fine! She tugs him down to sit next to her though, leaning against him. "So how've you been~?"

doesn't resist as he sits down and pulls her closer to him, pulling her legs over his lap. "I've been okay, perhaps a bit better than you."

hums, leaning against him."Good. Did you know...that this one guy got stabbed, and then he vanished? Without a trace...the hospitals have no

_record of him checking in. And we've practically got our own cartel now, and people are fucking killing for sport, and..." She takes a long

_drink from the bottle. "Ma's royalty is coming over and my home is in this state and he's going to take back my fucking independence, cause

_he'll think I can't handle myself!" She sniffs, drinking even more.

listens to her as he pats her leg comfortingly letting her drink a bit more before taking the bottle from her and wrapping her in his

embrace as he holds her tight against him rubbing her back as he sniffs. "He can't do that."

misses her bottle, but she clings to him anyways, taking comfort in him. "Are you sure? I think he would..."

shakes his head as he continues to rub her back. "No, he can't."

sighs softly against him. "Promise?"

pets her hair. "Yes, I promise."

leans heavily against him, finally feeling the alcohol hit her. "Okay...you'd know best."

picks her up and decides to take her to her room. "Shaliza, I'm going to bring you to your room, alright?"

hums.. "Kay. M'not tired though."

heads up the stairs. "That's fine. We can just relax in your bed." He says as he keeps her close, nudging the door open with his shoulder

before gently placing her down on the bed.

latches onto him as he carries her, eventually letting go when they get to her bed. "You'll stay with me, right?"

nods as he pulls off his shoes and settles beside her. "I won't leave till I know you're feeling better."

tugs gently at his hand. "Lie down with me?"

lies down as he's commanded and glances at her curiously.

shifts forward, cuddling against him "Sorry."

wraps an arm around her. "For what?"

sighs softly "Cause you have to see me this way...you know, when people in my country get drunk, they start fights. I don't even feel like_

_doing that..."

laughs softly. "This is not a reason to be sorry. I'm sure there are many people who've seen me in a similar state." He says trying to

comfort her.

blinks up at him. "Are you usually a miserable drunk?"