[it's the unclear speech and tone of voice that immediately have sizhui more alert, even if he's careful to keep his own response steady.] Ah, Soren... [their last interaction hadn't gone so swimmingly, and while he'd wanted to apologize, it felt safer to keep disengaged until he found the right moment.
—which has apparently presented itself now, so!] Of course, what is it? Are you alright?
Haah, yes, you should! Are there any significant landmarks around? [anything to give him a better location than ‘on a mountain facing west’.
there are some hurried shuffling noises on sizhui's end, xiaoyun's little voice pipes:] 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅! [and there's a beat of silence as he considers, then he asks,] Is that okay with you, Soren? May Xiaoyun seek out your DTF?
Permission granted. Though I will be moving shortly... I'm quite sure this is the range above the mine entrance in Aditus. I should be down there by the time you arrive.
[Unless he somehow manages to get lost? But Xiaoyun will determine his location. He's not sure where his own DTF is at this point. He kind of... left it behind. Who knows? Maybe Angeal adopted it.
Mm. [it's a response to both soren and xiaoyun, the latter of which immediately wastes no time seeking out soren's dtf with a ping.] The mine entrance... okay, I can be there shortly. [thank goodness for his ability to shift and move even faster than if he were just on human feet.
hopefully soren doesn't get lost or else this might be more difficult than necessary, but sizhui won't give up looking for him, no matter what difficulties may arise.
also: given it's a dog, it wouldn't be surprising at all if angeal did adopt the creature, though the dtfs do always somehow end up back with their owners.]
[he disconnects. luckily, the dtf knows exactly where soren is at any given moment, and it's smart enough to know what's going on. it's perfectly happy to let xiaoyun know the details, anticipating some more peaceful interactions to be in store for its owner. at least he's actually asking for some help this time!
sure enough, soren had managed to divine his position accurately enough in spite of his status effect, and he finds his way down to the mouth of the cave with only some minor turbulence on the way down. certainly not as much as he weathered the first time he winged his way over to meet sizhui in the flesh. it did, however, make him more queasy than before...
he sits in wait, trying as best as he can in his condition to keep watch out for both possible dangers and sizhui. ugh. he feels like hot trash.]
[you're welcome, is what sizhui would've said if he'd had a chance to before soren disconnects. he finishes what he was doing while they were chatting, makes sure xiaoyun has the location and takes off, hoping he'll find his friend before anything unfortunate happens.
boosted by his qi and the enhanced speed of his full-wolf form, he's guided by xiaoyun's directions, likely traveling to the mines in record time despite the protest of his body. they can rest once he's collected soren and no sooner than that, no matter how much energy he must expend to find him. what's luckiest about all this: the fact soren's dtf actually cooperated with his own rather than hinder them. sure, it didn't seem like the type to maybe cause problems on purpose, but considering its standoffish nature, he wouldn't put anything past the shiba inu. (or any of the dtfs, but that's beside the point here.)
lan sizhui reaches the cave, huffing and puffing, though his attention instantly scans for the dragon, purple irises widening as he catches sight of him then trots over.]
[crouched just by the side of the entrance waits soren. he looks about as much a mess as impressions led, tied-back hair disheveled and coming undone in places; clothes dirtied; a glazed and stupefied cast to his normally keen eyes, lids heavy, mouth parted. at the very least, he sees sizhui coming... but unfortunately, he doesn't quite catch on yet that the wolf he's seeing is, in fact, sizhui, and as such bolts to his feet with a stagger, fanning his wings out to make himself seem bigger and more a threat. if the wolf doesn't turn tail, he's prepared to defend himself.]
[the sight makes him even more concerned and prompts him to pick up the pace a bit, though he hesitates after soren stumbles upright, wings out and looking wild. sizhui tilts his head, ears twitching, tail curling around his paws as he holds his position. give him a minute, it'll click. what is he doing—? oh. right, this is the first time he's ever appeared before soren in this shape, and he's really quite large, so it makes sense why the dragon's on guard.
he lowers himself to the ground, splays his front legs and rests his head between them, still faintly tilted with his ears rolled forward. hopefully, soren can understand him, or else this could become more problematic.]
[when the words resound in his head, soren drops his defensive stance. even with an alcohol-addled mind he can register it as someone familiar, draw the connection back to the obvious. sizhui was coming, he said he would be here shortly, and a quick way to get here would be through borrowing the enhanced speed of an animal transformation. he sighs the tension out.]
With an entrance like that, you're lucky I din't blast you. Not that I should be worried 'bout a wolf.
[after it seems to register and soren sighs like that, he rises back up on all four paws, flicks his tail then proceeds toward his friend again, only stopping once he's right beside him. like this, it would be much faster for them both if soren just climbed onto his back and held his fur, but he's well-aware it might not be possible, given soren's current state.
they'll circle back around to that, however, since sizhui's huffing at the remark, his amused tone carrying even over telepathy.] 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙,[he admits, then sizhui moves to prop his shoulder against soren's side, helping keep him steady.] 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?[and once soren does, he'll turn his head to rest it against the dragon's stomach, a faint blue glow spreading along his muzzle, over his head, to the tips of his ears as he lets qi pass between them.]
[the thing here is, soren doesn't hang on. he doesn't even make an attempt. as a matter of fact, he takes a step back, looking somewhere between wary and disgruntled.]
[sizhui lifts back upright, blinking two-toned eyes at him and tilting his head sideways, looking as confused as he can in animal form. didn't soren want him to help with this whole drunk thing? what's he worried about now?]
[soren blanches at the thought of getting on his back and galloping really fast while also nearly succumbing to his queasiness.]
Oh... Okay. But please... not while I'm still drunk.
[somehow, this is making him sad on top of it all. he's ridden on the back of a laguz before, and though there was a lot he didn't like about it then, he misses that stupid cat and his stupid two-toned eyes. especially tonight.]
𝙉𝙤, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. [while lan sizhui wouldn't entirely understand soren's sadness, he does recognize his face discoloring and it isn't difficult to figure out what might bother him about this idea; riding takes a particular steadiness, after all, and soren won't be able to handle such a thing in his current state, which is exactly why he'd come closer again in the first place. taking care of the alcohol problem as quickly as possible is what he's planning, they can figure everything else out afterward.
he gently nudges soren's side with his head, trying to tuck the other male's arm around his neck. physical contact is necessary for this and he wants his friend stabilized in case anything becomes too much.]
[soren finally does as sizhui wants, draping his arm over his neck gingerly and then settling into a more secure hold. fur actually... feels nice. very nice? oh. oh my. this is very slowly turning into a hug as he presses his cheek to the wolf's neck and breathes in deeply, sighing it out in preemptive relief.]
[if sizhui wasn't distracted with making sure soren gets to feeling better, he might've let himself feel the relief too, let it sink in so deep, a saddened comfort could wash over him. instead, he shuts his eyes and leans halfway into the hug, his glowing muzzle pressed against soren's midsection again while one large paw carefully hooks over the top of his feet.
‘i'm sorry,’ he wants to say, but the other half of him keeps his thoughts completely silent.]
[the whirling fog choking his thoughts evanesces upon sizhui's influence, leaving soren blessedly more stable, better aware of himself and his surroundings. it doesn't quite chase away all of the poisonous effects at once, but it's a welcome reprieve from the dizzying numbness and undammed feelings. the hands on the reins of self-control finally tighten back up.]
...Thank you.
[ah, but he sure is tired. he maintains his hold on the wolf's neck with no hurry to stop, still resting his head against it for the time being like a ship that has been moored at last after stormy seas.]
[unfortunately, it's not an instantaneous sort of thing, as much as sizhui wishes it could be for soren, but it still seems to be helping ease his queasiness and that's what matters. he gently presses his head a bit firmer against soren, ears flattened, his own breathing slow, steady and slightly heavier in this form.]
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.
[they can stay here for as long as necessary, letting soren reacclimate himself, because it's not like sizhui's in any rush to get back to his reading when he has a friend suffering from unlucky circumstances.] 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤.
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—which has apparently presented itself now, so!] Of course, what is it? Are you alright?
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[...where is he? if he struggles to discern where he is in relation to everything else in this sexy hellhole, then he's in quite a state.]
...on a mountain. West-facing.
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I should come down.
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Haah, yes, you should! Are there any significant landmarks around? [anything to give him a better location than ‘on a mountain facing west’.
there are some hurried shuffling noises on sizhui's end, xiaoyun's little voice pipes:] 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅! [and there's a beat of silence as he considers, then he asks,] Is that okay with you, Soren? May Xiaoyun seek out your DTF?
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[Unless he somehow manages to get lost? But Xiaoyun will determine his location. He's not sure where his own DTF is at this point. He kind of... left it behind. Who knows? Maybe Angeal adopted it.
It'll find him soon enough. It always does.]
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hopefully soren doesn't get lost or else this might be more difficult than necessary, but sizhui won't give up looking for him, no matter what difficulties may arise.
also: given it's a dog, it wouldn't be surprising at all if angeal did adopt the creature, though the dtfs do always somehow end up back with their owners.]
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[he disconnects. luckily, the dtf knows exactly where soren is at any given moment, and it's smart enough to know what's going on. it's perfectly happy to let xiaoyun know the details, anticipating some more peaceful interactions to be in store for its owner. at least he's actually asking for some help this time!
sure enough, soren had managed to divine his position accurately enough in spite of his status effect, and he finds his way down to the mouth of the cave with only some minor turbulence on the way down. certainly not as much as he weathered the first time he winged his way over to meet sizhui in the flesh. it did, however, make him more queasy than before...
he sits in wait, trying as best as he can in his condition to keep watch out for both possible dangers and sizhui. ugh. he feels like hot trash.]
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boosted by his qi and the enhanced speed of his full-wolf form, he's guided by xiaoyun's directions, likely traveling to the mines in record time despite the protest of his body. they can rest once he's collected soren and no sooner than that, no matter how much energy he must expend to find him. what's luckiest about all this: the fact soren's dtf actually cooperated with his own rather than hinder them. sure, it didn't seem like the type to maybe cause problems on purpose, but considering its standoffish nature, he wouldn't put anything past the shiba inu. (or any of the dtfs, but that's beside the point here.)
lan sizhui reaches the cave, huffing and puffing, though his attention instantly scans for the dragon, purple irises widening as he catches sight of him then trots over.]
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he lowers himself to the ground, splays his front legs and rests his head between them, still faintly tilted with his ears rolled forward. hopefully, soren can understand him, or else this could become more problematic.]
𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚.
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With an entrance like that, you're lucky I din't blast you. Not that I should be worried 'bout a wolf.
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they'll circle back around to that, however, since sizhui's huffing at the remark, his amused tone carrying even over telepathy.] 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩.
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Where'r we going?
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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤?
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Oh... Okay. But please... not while I'm still drunk.
[somehow, this is making him sad on top of it all. he's ridden on the back of a laguz before, and though there was a lot he didn't like about it then, he misses that stupid cat and his stupid two-toned eyes. especially tonight.]
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he gently nudges soren's side with his head, trying to tuck the other male's arm around his neck. physical contact is necessary for this and he wants his friend stabilized in case anything becomes too much.]
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥.
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‘i'm sorry,’ he wants to say, but the other half of him keeps his thoughts completely silent.]
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...Thank you.
[ah, but he sure is tired. he maintains his hold on the wolf's neck with no hurry to stop, still resting his head against it for the time being like a ship that has been moored at last after stormy seas.]
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𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.
[they can stay here for as long as necessary, letting soren reacclimate himself, because it's not like sizhui's in any rush to get back to his reading when he has a friend suffering from unlucky circumstances.] 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤.
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