&&. He merely watched; her movements languid, drained.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ   IT WAS AN obscene hour, and the Ice-Mage has found himself restless in the desolate guildhall. It was an obscene hour, and Cana —- shit-faced &&. haphazard gait, seemingly sought a particular solace in his cold company. Without warning, the entirety of his frigid figure STIFFENED as he felt her fatigued crown suddenly slumped against his sternum. An incredulous scowl is elicited upon the contact, before an apathetic visage nevertheless manifested ; he stilled his coarse hands on her waists, endeavoring to recapture her waning composure. 

  It was an obscene hour, and Gray did not speak, nor did he put his vocal chords to use. He merely drank in his comrade’s weary state, merely heeded the pungency of ALCOHOL — strong and acrid, it mingled with the sweltering air of the night.

   She is a deep, dark mystery, with honeyed skin &&. heavy lashes that fall over a smoldering dark gaze. And he – a  comrade, friend, and gentleman, mayhaps.

   …But a man nonetheless. 

  Gray nimbly disrobed himself out of his jacket and hurled the fabric over the slumbering female form. His efforts only elicited a lazy grunt and with the determination of a relentless pup, his grasp steadied against Cana’s shoulder-blades as he scooped her up into his strong arms. Booze, barrel, amber liquid ; sour and vile — these were just the elixir of her life.

   ❝ Idiot. Ya dink yerself out cold — ❞

     ❝ Ya know ‘m not always gonna be ‘round t’ carry ya home, right? ❞