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[It's so nice to have someone reliable to get him his alcohol and he just melts onto the table spinning the empty bottle that he has. The alcohol is slowly working its way into his system again and he can feel himself relaxing as a result.

That's better.

When Gil gets back, he reaches out to pull him onto his lap and nuzzles his cheek and neck.]

I'm so dirty but I just want to drink and hold yoooooou.

[Gilbert barely manages to put the bottle on the table when he's caught by the other man...it would be a shame if something happened to the sake bottle, but thankfully nothing like that happens.]

Don't worry about the little things.

[Gently combing Jirou's hair with his fingers, Gilbert murmurs:]

I'm so glad you're safe. Don't wander off like that...

[Even as he sips at his sake, he leans into the petting and finally just rests his head against Gilbert's shoulder as he lets out a sigh.]

I might have some bruises which aren't pretty. I'll have to have repairs, Gi-chan.

[He probably could have had cuts and bruises taken care of there but he'd been mad about lack of alcohol and Gil. Which had led to him just walking home.

But now he's here and just won't stop complaining. Sorry, Gil.]

What an idiot...

[He begins, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Bruises are nothing compared to what could have happened to him...which doesn't exactly mean that Gil's happy to see him bruised, of course.]

I'm just glad you're alright. More or less alright, at least.

[One evening and a night with alcohol and Gil should cheer him up, probably.]

How about I take a look?

'kay.

[He's pouting so much as he finally lets Gil get off his lap so that way he can strip down. Completely because why not. Besides, the only people who live here are men and most of the household happen to be swords.

When he's naked, he's sitting and back to drinking again.]

My hair is gross too. And I'm all dirty. How can I be a pretty sword if I'm dirty?

That's nothing a long bath can't fix, really.

[He wishes he could say the same about these minor injuries. Luckily, they shouldn't take too long to heal, from what he sees. They still need to be cleaned up, hence Gilbert reaches for the bottle of alcohol and pours some of it over the scratches on Jirou's arm.]

You're just tired and angry. [And sober? But he's not sure anymore, with the amount of alcohol Jirou has drunk.] You need to rest.

Being sober makes me feel...less divine.

[He winces some at the cleaning of some scratches he has but has currently occupied his mouth with a drink. Which is really the only reason why he doesn't whine loudly about it.]

Wash my hair, Gi-chan. Pretty please?

What I've gotten myself into...

[He doesn't mean it in a bad way, but at the same time he can't hold back his chuckle.]

Alright, just take the bottle with you.

[Something tells him that this reminder isn't really necessary, though.]

[Nope. He does not need to remind him at all. The pouting oodachi is drinking from it as they walk towards their bathroom. There's plenty of stumbling due to him drinking so fast rather than savoring the alcohol like he usually does. Of course some of that is also how tired he is and how he's probably terribly low on mana too.

Really it's no wonder he's so whiny about everything.

Good thing Gil is willing to put up with him. Honestly he'll make it up to him later and properly thank him. For now he just wants to be a big baby about everything and be pampered and drunk off his ass. Well drunker off his ass than usual.]

[Gilbert keeps an eye on him while they head together to the bathroom and makes sure Jiroutachi gets into the tub without hurting himself even further. Before turning the water on, he leans forward to kiss his beloved on the forehead.]

Just relax, I'll take care of everything.

[Even though he never got a permission from his master to help him in the bath which basically meant he had very little experience with that, Gilbert doesn't seem to be daunted. Quite the opposite, especially when he knew that it could cheer Jirou up, even if just a little.]

It'll take a while, though.

[Even gathering his hair in one place to wash it with water isn't easy, after all.]

'kay.

[Though he's pouting and still drinking, he does sit still for Gil to work anything out of his hair. Perhaps he's moody and far drunker than usual but he can behave himself when he's clearly getting what he wants. Namely a bath where Gil washes him up and puts his hair back in order so he'll be pretty again.

Because he's a pretty sword. He likes being a pretty sword.]

Am I still pretty even though I'm damaged?

[It might seem silly but for a sword like him this is actually extremely important. After all its one of his claims to fame. To no longer be pretty could mean being tossed aside where he's from.]

[Once Gilbert makes sure that his hair is washed properly with lukewarm water, he pours some of the shampoo on both his hands. The thought about someone making a sake shampoo crosses his mind and makes him smile briefly. Unfortunately, it just gives off a cherry blossom scent.]

Did someone tell you that you are not?

[Undoubtedly, this is very important to Jirou, so if someone dared to tell him such a thing...Gilbert will have a word or two with them. However, instead of words it might be punches or bullets. Who knows.]

Of course you are. Also, you're not just pretty. You're the most beautiful.

[He's so glad that he's sitting behind Jirou's back right now because he's blushing quite brightly.]

No.

[He finishes up this bottle too. Probably not the best of ideas on an empty stomach but one can see how little he happens to care about that as he hums a bit. Obviously drinking this fast and this much on that empty stomach is helping it hit hard.]

But if I'm not pretty then what if I'm not wanted. I'm the pretty oodachi Jiroutachi. I have to be pretty so my master will want me. So Gi-chan will want me.

[Please don't mind him, Gil. He doesn't think you're that shallow at all. He knows you're not. This is just part of sword life. He pauses when that last part of what Gil says sinks in and he tilts his head back to look at him.]

I'm beautiful?

[What Jirou has said makes Gilbert wonder whether he's just that drunk or maybe that's a more serious issue. Now isn't probably a good time for questions nor lectures, so he refrains from doing that and simply gives him a scalp massage, hoping that'll help him relax even if a bit.]

No. Not just beautiful.

[Gilbert leans in closer so he can easily whisper into Jirou's ear.]

The most beautiful.

[He appears to help because the oodachi smiles finally and relaxes. He's still not in a great mood and he's way drunker than usual but at least he's stopped complaining for a bit. That's progress at the very least.

Closing his eyes, he tilts his head towards the hands massaging his scalp.]

Gi-chan has the goodest hands...es... Hands. Handses? Words are hard.

[He hums a little. The alcohol is very much getting to him. Does he care though? Nope.]

[That comment makes Gilbert smile, especially the helpless word formation gets to him. But then again, he lays his eyes briefly at his left metal arm and his smile becomes even wider.

He always wanted to be needed and while he experienced that back in his world not just once, here it's different. So much different. Gilbert is getting used to it little by little, but he's really thankful for all the moments he can help Jiroutachi or even spoil him a little.]

You don't have to tell me. I'm really bad with words.

[It shouldn't be news to Jirou, though. Gilbert sighs softly as he continues the massage.]

Let's stay at home for a few days without going anywhere, alright?

[Jirou sways a bit then has a little giggle. Gil is telling him to rest and he's going to rest too. Gil doesn't rest. That's why it's funny.

But...it sounds so nice.]

Promise to rest too? I want to rest together.

I need to keep an eye on you, don't I?

[He may not understand why Jiroutachi's giggling (maybe he's just that drunk already, it wouldn't be anything surprising...) but it makes him smile softly.]

I won't be going anywhere.

Okay.

[He realizes his bottle is empty and puts it aside. Only to turn around and press that naked wet body of his against Gil as he wraps his arms around him.]

My Gi-chan...

[Gilbert realizes that the alcohol is gone just a little while before Jirou's arms circle around him; despite being fully clothed, he doesn't pull away.]

Should I bring you more? Personally, I think you should stop, but...

[Jiroutachi may be a heavy drinker, but it doesn't make Gil less of a worrywart.]

Wanna keep drinking.

[He buries his face against his neck and breathes deep. That Gil smell...]

Wanna cuddle.

[Doing both at the same time may be a bit difficult if not impossible altogether, especially with no more booze in their proximity.]

Pick just one for now.

[He can't exactly bring him anything while like this, after all.]

Want both.

[He mouths at his ear then like that's going to get him what he wants. It has to, right?]

Sake and cuddles.

[At first, Gilbert just lets out a sigh without saying anything. Jiroutachi knows well that these things can work wonders.]

Sake and cuddles. But first things first. I need to finish washing your hair.

[He pouts at that but sinks back into the bath so that way Gil can finish with that.

Well more like flops back in and almost goes under because he slips but still.]

'kay.

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