#moonxshade

:: KABEDON :: accepting

The world seemed to move in slow motion.

Kzinssie tripping over nothing was par for the course, but Noel stumbling? That was another matter entirely. Wagnas had no doubt he was still out of sorts, and the exact reason did not elude him.

The scrolls Wagnas carried fell, abandoned in favor of an attempt to catch his friend. But before either could regain their footing, the wall behind them intervened with an unyielding finality, catching first Noel, and then Wagnas, pinning them awkwardly together.

Under any other circumstance, the resulting tangle of limbs might have been violently awkward. But Wagnas, ever unbothered, was far too adept at invading the personal space of those he was fond of. And, much to Noel's luck (or lack of it depending how empty or full ones glass was), there were none among them Wagnas was fonder of than he.

"Are you alright?" Wagnas asked, his tone gentle as he took Noel by the shoulders, ostensibly to steady him. In practice, it only served to bring him closer, his forehead pressing lightly against Noel's in a gesture so intimate it teetered and threatened to fall beyond the fine line of 'familial'.

"…Hmn. No fever," he murmured thoughtfully, as though he hadn't just closed the distance between them to a breath. "Is it the lack of sleep that has you so off balance? Pushing yourself will not bring her back any faster, Noel..."

Kzinssie, who was rolling around in the background lamenting his two twisted ankles, was soundly ignored.