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[vitalistic]

[Action 1]

[Good day fellow housemates in the Shotahouse! If one of you were to enter the kitchen this fine day, there is one (1) Estellise Sidos Heurassein lying on the kitchen floor. Face down, she is rubbing her cheek against the cool linoleum, making strange contented sounds. Something is very, very clearly wrong, but she seems so happy…]

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[notflynn]

[He's walking back inside from his daily training, hoping to grab some breakfast when he sees Estelle on the ground. He abandons his sword, rushing up to her in concern- had someone attacked her? Was she sick? He remembers this one curse when she couldn't walk at all and he had to practically carry her everywhere. Was--

When he kneels down to inspect her, she's. Rubbing her cheek on the floor.]

I'm not sure I want to know what you're doing, but maybe you should get up. Just-- to somewhere a little more comfortable. How about it?

[vitalistic]

Co-com-for-ta-ble? [Her speaking is very forced, as if she had difficulty saying such a large word in her state. She rubs her cheek against the floor a little bit more, ignoring his help.]

It… it’s so smooth and cool. I want to… want to stay here. Don’t want to moooove.

[She’s a bit whiny at that suggestion to move, but she stops for a moment, inspecting him. After a few moments, she reaches her arms out, quickly wrapping them around his leg.]

Mine!

[notflynn]

Whoa--

[He laughs, bending a little to try to gently regain possession of his leg.]

Okay, this has got to be some kind of weird curse.

[How to get Estelle... in a place where she won't uh...hurt herself.]

You know, I think Hamlet's gone to your room.

[vitalistic]

[Her grip on his leg tightens when he tries to move and regain possession of it.]

Mine!

[She completely ignores his comment about this being a curse and instead perks up when she hears Hamlet’s name. Hamlet… in her room? Is Hamlet in her room? But he never goes into her room, maybe when Rita’s there… is she there?]

But… Ha-hamlet never goes into… into our room when it’s empty… Is… is he really there?

[Logic or not, she may have bought it, however, she still has a tight grasp on his leg.]

[notflynn]

You have two of your own, if you haven't forgotten. Isn't that enough?

[Getting her to stand up is clearly not an option or not.]

He is- I saw him, actually. Why don't we go say-- hi or something.

[vitalistic]

Yuri’s leg is… is mine!

[It seems she’s really not listening to him regarding that. Heaven knows why she’s claiming it, but she is… for no particular reason.]

If… if we find Hamlet can… can I pet him, pretty please? I… I want to pet him!

[Finding that as a good reason to finally let go of Yuri’s leg, she makes to stand, pushing herself up from the floor. Once she finally is about standing, she stumbles a bit, losing her balance and falling on her rear end.]

Ow…

[notflynn]

Okay, I've had worse than getting my circulation cut off.

[He scratches his head-- then when she lets go and stands up, moves to catch her. Only to be too late.]

As graceful as always, aren't you?

[He holds out his hand for her]

[vitalistic]

[Seeing his hand outstretched towards her, she takes it and pulls herself up, though she stumbles once more. However, thanks to holding on to his hand, she’s able to keep herself up.]

…dizzy.

[She feels dizzy now, but focus. There’s a Hamlet to be found! If he’s really in her room, then maybe she can pet him! Finally!]

[notflynn]

You're in luck. Your carriage has arrived-

[He doesn't go so far to carry her bridal style, but he does pull her arm over his shoulders and braces a hand against her waist, steadying her as they make their way to her room to find a Hamlet who may or may not be there.]

[vitalistic]

[Even in her intoxicated state, she’s grateful for the help, though she would have attempted to stumble back to her room on her own. Looking up at him, she studies his features for a moment… and then says something that she would never say in a sober state… even if she has thought it…]

You… you’re pretty…

[notflynn]

Thanks... I think.

[Well, it's not everyday he gets called that. Of course he's been mistaken for a woman before- hell, he's been a woman more times than he can count. Still, it never gets...flattering.]

I hope this is the curse talking.

[vitalistic]

Cu-curse?

[She tilts her head in confusion. Is it the curse talking? But…

She continues to stumble forward to her room, holding on to him, at the very least knowing that if she tried to let go of him she’d trip…

But…]

…you really are pretty! S-such long, flow-flowing hair, and… just… so… pretty…

[Saying those last three words very carefully, as if she wants to make sure he understands…]

[notflynn]

Pretty...

[He's really not sure how to take that sob. Especially from someone like her- who should at least consider herself prettier than him.]

Well, there are worse things.

[Up the stairs and there's the bedroom door! With minor effort, he opens the door, trying to keep her balanced as well.]

Hamlet? You here?

[vitalistic]

You don't... don't think that you're pr-pretty?

[She sounds a little offended that he's not taking her 'compliment' well. There are worse things than being pretty? But... it's a good thing to be called pretty, right?

And now they're at her room, which means she completely forgets about that and wants to see Hamlet! Is he really in her room?]

Are you in... in here Hamlet?

[notflynn]

I haven't thought about it.

[Okay that's a lie. He thinks he's pretty smoking hot as a girl.]

But-- thanks.

[The most important thing is to get her to her bed or a chair or-- anywhere not the kitchen floor. Or the floor in general.]

[vitalistic]

You're welcome!

[She shuffles into her room, still holding on to him and looking for Hamlet. She doesn't seem him at all, and now is trying to pull away from Yuri to look for him - like say maybe under some desks or the bed, or even until Rita's pile of books.]