(07-22-2014, 12:40 PM)ExKage Wrote: Kage turned around, shrugging the man off swiftly. He glared at him. While he stunk of the drink, his eyes were clear and burning. He finished his sweet water and hissed, a growl emanating from his form.
"One. Do not touch me. Two. What I do, IN MY HOUSE AND IN MY ROOM, is none, none of your business. Three. Do not touch me."
His nostrils flared as he continued, "Ye got one thing to do while in this house and that is you listen to what I have to say. Ye don't want the Ul'dahn authorities after you, ye help me take that fleabag."
He poured another mug of sweet water and growled. "Chances can only be given so many times before people get tired. An' I'm getting tired."
"Go do whatever you have to do. I still have a job, unlike you."
He released Kage, waiting to see if the force of standing on his own two feet would topple the miqo'te over. "You've been getting tired a lot lately, hence, get some rest."
He looked down a bit. If Kage wasn't too drunk, he may recognize the man's face almost contorted in worry. Almost. "Tell you what, try walking from one of the room to the other and back. If you don't trip or stumble, I'll leave you be."
He wouldn't comment on "jobs". Just because Frhanz was dead, it didn't mean Merc got a break from finishing up his research. There were books in the middle of being edited, papers that /needed/ to be released, and a stack of pre-paid alchemy commissions he'd need to figure out how to synthesize without failing. Simply knowing the information wasn't quite enough to physically do it. Ever since "it" happened, he'd been trying to mentally process all the information. And of course, there was his "other" work. The things he couldn't talk about. Calling him....."unemployed" would be an insult. An insult he was desperately trying not to explode on.Â
Kage needed rest. Merc needed to calm down. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a slow, deep breath in and out a couple time to calm his nerves. "Go on, try."
