#devilssickofsin

   Damuron knit his brow, a small smile and a sigh on his lips. Ahhh, yes, to be young and quite intoxicated. He squatted in front of where the boy had deposited himself, reaching out a hand and clapping it on his shoulder. “Super great. You’re totally right.” he agreed, then shook his head. “You’re just lucky they caught me to come get you and not somebody else, mon garçon.” Somebody like Raven, or maybe worse. Damuron could at least get him somewhere people wouldn’t think to look.

   He reached over, tugging on Harry’s arm. “C’mon, up ‘n at’em, let’s get to stepping.” Back to Damuron’s… well, he called it a house. It was sort of a plot he’d just kind of taken up residence in and put walls on. He was still working on solidifying the roof and maybe laying a floor, but he had solid surfaces inside and enough to make marginal sterile environments…. so… tiny, poor doctor’s office? No worse than he’d seen back home…

He didn’t want to move.

Part of it was because of the embarrassment of what he had just done. Wanting to let loose had winded up with an explosion of emotions that the blond had not been prepared for. Not at that time. Sure, sometimes drunk meant he was a mess, but generally he was just a giggly stupid sort who didn’t give a shit about anything.

Unless he drank rum or tonic or … some other stupid alcohol that didn’t quite sit well with him. Shit, what had he been drinking?

A soft hiss escaped Harry’s lips at the tugging of his arm. Not that it really hurt, but the noise came out unvoluntarily.

“Raven’s on vacation somewhere South. Wouldn’t be here unless ya waited about a week.” The bird’s inability to handle cold weather was something Harry was getting more used to preparing for. Helping Raven find jobs or ‘vacation days’ down somewhere with a warmer climate was just par for the course in this time of year, so must of his guild members acted accordingly. Thus why it was Damuron standing there, and not Raven to hit him over the head with a book a couple of times and scold him.

“But really, ‘m fine. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me.”

Harry, despite his words, didn’t fight Damuron’s leading back to his place. As small and … not so fixed up as it were, Harry didn’t offer much complaint.

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“What brave face? I’m just this great.”

Unable to meet Damuron’s eyes ... a burning in his throat and a redness swelled to his cheeks. Harry had done something idiotic again. A drunken stupor having taken over the brat as he had shouted and caused a fist fight to have taken place in the square where his grandfather’s statue rested.

“Oh ... so ... great.”