"Tray?! Where the hells have you been? You look like a bag of chocobo shit."
Diary, no matter -who- says those words, its not the first thing you want to hear after a long night of drinking. I mean sure, Y'Mara looked alluring as always standing over me, even if she was wearing way more clothing than I normally see her in; but when your head is splitting, and your mouth tastes like dried bile, no amount of eye candy makes you feel less like you got run over by a marching legion of Roes.
I recall trying to move and sit up, but the twist of my guts squeezed me tight and a final wave of rum-tainted acid rushed out of my lips and splattered onto the cobblestones. Y'Mara wisely took some steps back as her face wrinkled from the smell
"Oh for fuck sakes." she muttered, twisting that fluffy tail of hers in a gesture of annoyance.Â
"I'm fine." I moaned, slowly sitting up with my back to the alley wall and my booted feet kicked out in front of me. I realized then my shirt was gone and I stared at my bare chest in confusion. I'm still not sure where it went. "Just a little hung over is all."
"Hah, 'little.'" Y'Mara grunted. "So, do I asked why you haven't been by first, or where the metal arm came from?"
I couldn't see her face but I could tell by her tone there was come concern mixed with her chastising. I glanced at the metal where my left shoulder had been and the bolts that affixed the polished plates to the bones within my body.Â
"A gift." I gurgled weakly as I slowly rolled the fingers of my magitek limb. "A gift from Sun'ra."Â
"Him." Y'Mara growled. I'd informed her of the conflict prior some time ago and she had taken my side whole-heartedly. "This has gone on long-"
"It's fine." I wheezed, digging into the pockets of my trousers for a flask of water that was...in my coat so I was out of luck. Where was my coat? "We've... come to an understanding." I muttered. "For the time, we're no longer trying to kill each other. Might even say working together."Â
"Only cost you the arm?" Y'Mara snorted distastefully. "What a deal. I'll happily kill that son-of-a-"
"Y'Mara," I grunted, forcing a pained smile to my lips. "It's fine. He's no longer a threat and he's easier to control than I thought he would be. For now, let him be. He's profitable."
Y'Mara flicked her tail and gave an annoyed grunt.
"You just want to kill something."Â I joked.
"Maybe." Y'Mara replied. "So where have you been?"Â
"Took a business trip." I explained as I tried to get to my feet. Y'Mara slipped up to help me and I could feel her coils of powerful shoulder muscles rippling beneath the white fabric of her linen shirt. I draped my arm across her shoulders as she half-aided, half-carried me down the street. "Had some stuff to think about, and some deals to make. Very successful trip, I must say."
We walked through Ul'dah, the other pedestrians leaving us a wide berth as we passed. Probably cause of the smell.
"One of these days I'm going to find you dead in these streets." Y'Mara muttered, shaking her head.
"Not if I can help it." I coughed as I chuckled. "I have a new goal. A political one..."
"It's with the Moniterists, isn't it." Y'Mara sighed.
"How did you-"
"You've talked in your sleep before."Â she answered quickly.
"Wait, but that was months ago we-"
"Yeah." Y'Mara confirmed as we took a corner and were hit by the full light of the rising sun. I hissed as my eyes began to water from the glow. "It was. I think it's a stupid idea."
"I wasn't aware I paid you to think." I retorted with a wry smile. She drove a fist into my ribs and I wheezed in pain.
"Consider it a free bonus." she stated dryly. "My place or yours?"
I had to wait a few a few moments to get air back into my lungs to answer.
"My place, would you kindly?"
Diary, no matter -who- says those words, its not the first thing you want to hear after a long night of drinking. I mean sure, Y'Mara looked alluring as always standing over me, even if she was wearing way more clothing than I normally see her in; but when your head is splitting, and your mouth tastes like dried bile, no amount of eye candy makes you feel less like you got run over by a marching legion of Roes.
I recall trying to move and sit up, but the twist of my guts squeezed me tight and a final wave of rum-tainted acid rushed out of my lips and splattered onto the cobblestones. Y'Mara wisely took some steps back as her face wrinkled from the smell
"Oh for fuck sakes." she muttered, twisting that fluffy tail of hers in a gesture of annoyance.Â
"I'm fine." I moaned, slowly sitting up with my back to the alley wall and my booted feet kicked out in front of me. I realized then my shirt was gone and I stared at my bare chest in confusion. I'm still not sure where it went. "Just a little hung over is all."
"Hah, 'little.'" Y'Mara grunted. "So, do I asked why you haven't been by first, or where the metal arm came from?"
I couldn't see her face but I could tell by her tone there was come concern mixed with her chastising. I glanced at the metal where my left shoulder had been and the bolts that affixed the polished plates to the bones within my body.Â
"A gift." I gurgled weakly as I slowly rolled the fingers of my magitek limb. "A gift from Sun'ra."Â
"Him." Y'Mara growled. I'd informed her of the conflict prior some time ago and she had taken my side whole-heartedly. "This has gone on long-"
"It's fine." I wheezed, digging into the pockets of my trousers for a flask of water that was...in my coat so I was out of luck. Where was my coat? "We've... come to an understanding." I muttered. "For the time, we're no longer trying to kill each other. Might even say working together."Â
"Only cost you the arm?" Y'Mara snorted distastefully. "What a deal. I'll happily kill that son-of-a-"
"Y'Mara," I grunted, forcing a pained smile to my lips. "It's fine. He's no longer a threat and he's easier to control than I thought he would be. For now, let him be. He's profitable."
Y'Mara flicked her tail and gave an annoyed grunt.
"You just want to kill something."Â I joked.
"Maybe." Y'Mara replied. "So where have you been?"Â
"Took a business trip." I explained as I tried to get to my feet. Y'Mara slipped up to help me and I could feel her coils of powerful shoulder muscles rippling beneath the white fabric of her linen shirt. I draped my arm across her shoulders as she half-aided, half-carried me down the street. "Had some stuff to think about, and some deals to make. Very successful trip, I must say."
We walked through Ul'dah, the other pedestrians leaving us a wide berth as we passed. Probably cause of the smell.
"One of these days I'm going to find you dead in these streets." Y'Mara muttered, shaking her head.
"Not if I can help it." I coughed as I chuckled. "I have a new goal. A political one..."
"It's with the Moniterists, isn't it." Y'Mara sighed.
"How did you-"
"You've talked in your sleep before."Â she answered quickly.
"Wait, but that was months ago we-"
"Yeah." Y'Mara confirmed as we took a corner and were hit by the full light of the rising sun. I hissed as my eyes began to water from the glow. "It was. I think it's a stupid idea."
"I wasn't aware I paid you to think." I retorted with a wry smile. She drove a fist into my ribs and I wheezed in pain.
"Consider it a free bonus." she stated dryly. "My place or yours?"
I had to wait a few a few moments to get air back into my lungs to answer.
"My place, would you kindly?"
