In the aftermath of the Incident of the Saix in the Afternoon...
Who: Kefka and Xigbar.
What: Kefka and Xigbar drink after Saix attacks.
When: A few minutes after this
Where: Xigbar's Office, the Hotel
Warnings: drinking, Kefka, sexual themes, drunken violent bloody mankissing, attempted throat ripping and the men who find that sexy, bloodplay, Kefka in his long underwear, things you didn't want to know about Kefka's sex life, things you didn't want to know about Xigbar's sex life, troll logic, spoilers for Days
First he goes to his room to Curaga himself out of sight of others. Then he changes his clothing--new boots, new shirt, new pants, gloves to hide the redness on the hand that was crushed. He burns the old ones, leaving naught but ashes on the floor, opens the window and flings the remainder to the winds.
He's stopped shaking with rage and remembered pain by the time he gets half the alcohol he's gathered for this night in a large bag--he'll bring the rest later, when he's steadier on his feet--and slips down to Xigbar's room. The door isn't locked, like Xigbar said, and he takes a chair and curls up in his cloak on top of it, then pulls out a small bottle of--he's not sure what it is, the name's in Doman, but he knows it's strong, and he takes a deep sip. He welcomes the burn. He doesn't want to think about being attacked or being rescued--by someone he's been planning to kill, no less. The battle was fun, the pain was not. But Xigbar is being useful now...
Only when he feels himself warming with alcohol does Kefka pull out his journal and start sketching. He doesn't think Xigbar will be back for a while and just sitting and seething isn't going to help him much. Drawing and seething and not thinking about planning works so much better...A lanky man with blank eyes and knife hands, a long machine with a glowing core, a lizard-like creature with a fiery back, a laughing angel, what might be Saix's head after Kefka uses it as a softball, imps running around a tower...he doesn't know how long he'll have to wait, but he's good at waiting. He likes waiting. He's done it before and he can again. He takes another drink and hums. He can wait.
What: Kefka and Xigbar drink after Saix attacks.
When: A few minutes after this
Where: Xigbar's Office, the Hotel
Warnings: drinking, Kefka, sexual themes, drunken violent bloody mankissing, attempted throat ripping and the men who find that sexy, bloodplay, Kefka in his long underwear, things you didn't want to know about Kefka's sex life, things you didn't want to know about Xigbar's sex life, troll logic, spoilers for Days
First he goes to his room to Curaga himself out of sight of others. Then he changes his clothing--new boots, new shirt, new pants, gloves to hide the redness on the hand that was crushed. He burns the old ones, leaving naught but ashes on the floor, opens the window and flings the remainder to the winds.
He's stopped shaking with rage and remembered pain by the time he gets half the alcohol he's gathered for this night in a large bag--he'll bring the rest later, when he's steadier on his feet--and slips down to Xigbar's room. The door isn't locked, like Xigbar said, and he takes a chair and curls up in his cloak on top of it, then pulls out a small bottle of--he's not sure what it is, the name's in Doman, but he knows it's strong, and he takes a deep sip. He welcomes the burn. He doesn't want to think about being attacked or being rescued--by someone he's been planning to kill, no less. The battle was fun, the pain was not. But Xigbar is being useful now...
Only when he feels himself warming with alcohol does Kefka pull out his journal and start sketching. He doesn't think Xigbar will be back for a while and just sitting and seething isn't going to help him much. Drawing and seething and not thinking about planning works so much better...A lanky man with blank eyes and knife hands, a long machine with a glowing core, a lizard-like creature with a fiery back, a laughing angel, what might be Saix's head after Kefka uses it as a softball, imps running around a tower...he doesn't know how long he'll have to wait, but he's good at waiting. He likes waiting. He's done it before and he can again. He takes another drink and hums. He can wait.