Devilish Kurumi: *aaand is currently stalking up in the general direction of the north turret - stupid slagging femme and apparently coke? how the - you know what he doesn't want to know. really. wanderwander, grumble.*
JazzBabySays: -lying on his side, for the most part completely out of it, with his head resting on his (thankfully) good arm-

Devilish Kurumi: *wanders around for a few more minutes - augh, never comes this way, wth - before finally stumbling upon said out-of--it Blackout. he looms over the other and sighs* COKE?
JazzBabySays: -he remains still for a moment longer, lids twitching once or twice before fluttering open, slightly hazed eyes regarding the other mech with mild curiosity. he hadn't made it back to their quarters yet, had he? he doesn't remember walking there, nor there being trees positioned somewhere inside- No coke, just Pepsi un Mt. Dew. -well, in his mind it makes sense-

Devilish Kurumi: ........*sighs again and crouches down over him, poking him very, very carefully on the forehead* YER SLAGGED. YOU GONNA THROW UP IF I DRIVE YOU BACK TO THE ROOM?
JazzBabySays: -tenses at the incoming, but peeks open one eye when all he feels is a gentle pressure against his skin. he tries to calculate the odds, forgetting that as a human it's a little harder to judge, before simply giving up an shrugging- Dun wanna go back in there anyway...

Devilish Kurumi: ....*shrugs and moves off to the side, sitting down and, ah-hah, poppin' his holo up next to him. as much as he doesnt' mind startling the other with it when he's sober - a drunk Blackout probably won't be taking kindly to being scared. so instead, his holo saunters over and crouches beside him* Yer gonna get sick, staying out here.

Devilish Kurumi: *and yet he's not making any attempt at moving him. oh well*
JazzBabySays: Already sick...-scowls, tightening more on his side and clutching his abdomen- Am sick of being useless and fragile, of needin' assistance all th' time...

Devilish Kurumi: .............Do you want me to leave you alone? *his holo's expression and tone definitely indicate he wouldn't want to do that*
JazzBabySays: ...-frowns at that- Already am alone...no comms, no frequences, no access to th' web...no one but me in here.

Devilish Kurumi: ......I meant.... *waves a hand in the general direction of "away"* ....Y'know. Not around you. And...... besides. *he sits, putting a hand against the joint between neck and shoulder* I might not be directly comm-able right now, but I am right here, until you tell me to go away.
JazzBabySays: -is unmoving for a time, having to work through his muddled thoughts to consider it, before grasping the hand resting on him already, holding it there- Then stay right here.

Devilish Kurumi: *nods once and shifts into a laying posture himself, shifting closer and putting his arm across the other's back* Not going anywhere.

JazzBabySays: -he shifts in as close as possible, relying on the only senses he has now to reassure himself of the other's presence. of touch and sight, hands grasping him as close as he can manage and eyes locked right in front of him, even if it wavers in and out now and then-

Devilish Kurumi: *doesn't really know what to do - he's used to angry!Blackout, yelling!Blackout, and Interface-Until-Coma!Blackout, but Quiet-and-Vulnerable!Blackout? new territory. not necessarily bad new territory...* ......You know you can yell or whisper or just talk to me, right? *feels stupid saying it, but...* I am here for you.
JazzBabySays: -shakes his head, the limb with the broken wrist reaching up to lightly clutch his aching head, thoughts difficult to grasp properly and answers near impossible to formulate- B-ut why...

Devilish Kurumi: Why what? *blinks - he didn't think he was being unclear, but then again, he's not always the most eloquent*
JazzBabySays: Is it...because Im human now? -looking back at him now- You act funny around me now...always staring - what is it you see?

Devilish Kurumi: ......It's not so much you being human as......... *sighs, a little exasperatedly, leaning his head down to touch against the other's lightly* I do find human males attractive. The fact that it's you helps, but...... there was also the whole "you-were-dead"..... thing. *shifts a little awkwardly*
JazzBabySays: -averts his gaze, suddenly finding the other's chest far more interesting than anything else- I didn't wanna die...all I kept thinkin' about was...that I couldn't, because I had to let ya know I hadn't taken the job intending to jus...go away. -looking a little strained- Not that I shoulda cared or nothin', cause it's not like I....I...-oop! and here come the tears-

Devilish Kurumi: *a small bit of panic grabs his processors but that gets shoved back quickly, free hand reaching up to carefully push the tears away as they come* Hey.... *aand slaggit what a wonderful time to lose a thought process or three - winging it works though right?* ....I knew you weren't gonna die. I only thought it for a moment but... I knew you wouldn't let stupid sector seven squishies offline you permanently.
JazzBabySays: -curses softly, trying to clear away the tears. why don't they just stop? how do humans put up with such fluctuations in their moods?-

Devilish Kurumi: *laughs a little hoarsely at the other's cursing, still trying to help brush the tears away* Hey, it's fine. No one here but us, right?
JazzBabySays: Nothin' about this is fine. -snaps, though the affect is lost thanks to the tears- I'm an emotional wreck, the emob...emo...essence of mutational science!

Devilish Kurumi: *shakes his head a little - more like just a headtilt than anything - and trails his hand down from cheek to chin, tilting the other's face up so he can actually see it* All right, it's not fine, but it'll be okay. No one expects you to be your hardafted self right after all of this. And you're not crying in the middle of the common room. You're just here, with me, right? Don't worry so much. I'm hardly going to judge you. *dryly* I dig too many holes to be above anyone in order to judge them.
JazzBabySays: ...when didja start making sense? -he didn't think he was that drunk, but-

Devilish Kurumi: *grins a little* I always make sense. Sure, it doesn't make sense to anyone but me... but hey. *slides his hand back to the other's cheek to wipe away a few more tears* Sometimes you just gotta listen to me.

Devilish Kurumi: Promise, listening to me will at the very least give you plenty more times to smack me.
JazzBabySays: -closes his eyes for a moment, letting the other run his fingertips over his still damp lashes, before leaning in as close as possible again- Perhaps perhaps perhaps...

Devilish Kurumi: ........*shifts a bit more, kind of tracing his fingers along the other's jawline, following bone lightly because he's still not sure what to do in this situation..... eh, slaggit* .... *leans close and kisses him - carefully, because the last thing he needs is to be smacked*
JazzBabySays: (...you're going to kill me, but I need to go to bed XD)

Devilish Kurumi: ((yeah i figured that would happen.))

Devilish Kurumi: ((XD))
JazzBabySays: (I just noticed it's nearly 2:30)

Devilish Kurumi: ((i was wondering when you'd leave actually XD))
JazzBabySays: (So let's just say Bonecrusher used some mouth healing or something and made everything better)

Devilish Kurumi: ((yaaaay.))

Devilish Kurumi: ((we need to finish a log one of these days))

Devilish Kurumi: ((i know we can.))

Devilish Kurumi: ((WE'VE DONE IT TWICE))