“… He’s a monster… Sephiroth.” There was barely any resistance to his head being turned by his chin, and he had muttered out those words as if they were so difficult to get out. The effort in just keeping his eyes open was seen, and his lashes fluttered softly, but he managed to keep his gaze somewhat focused on the other. It was his mind that was needing to keep up, as that fog of his drink was ebbing in deeper, and he licked his lips as he felt thirst parching his throat again.
“My eyes…? Mako enhanced… It’s in my… my blood.” He closed them briefly, and let out a small sigh as he tried to get his head to focus up. “M–mister Almasy, s-sir… I’m sorry. I can’t…” They opened again as he spoke, looking so glassy with that bout of fatigue riddling through him. He was trying to say that he cannot stay awake for much longer, but it was even more difficult to get what needed to be said out past such tired lips.
This was a very dangerous slope he was on, and his head was swimming. How quickly he had drunk such beverages, and how different they may have been to what he was used to, but it was really hitting him hard right now. He was just staring with those tired eyes at the other, mind trying to float away as it was. Cloud was not going to last much longer, but he was desperately trying to hang on.
He’d almost feel sorry for the poor guy if it wouldn’t amuse him so much to see him this out of it. There was however a fair chance he had let the other blond drink a little too much after all, by the looks of it. Tricky.
Emerald eyes narrowed as they stared down into cerulean blues and his head tilted a little at the mention of a name he had never heard before.
Sephiroth, huh?
Mindlessly, his thumb started brushing along the shape of the other’s jaw while he was lost in thought. He would need to reach out to his contacts, have that name checked out.
A monster, as the other had put it, would likely be known to someone.
At least he hoped as much.
Only when Cloud started speaking again did Seifer snap out of his train of thought, his gaze clearing and taking in the look of those eyes of the other one again.
His brows furrowed at the explanation and he tightened the grip on the other blond’s chin a little, rooting him in the here and now so to not have him drift off already.
“Never heard of Mako. That something from where you’re from?”
More and more questions started to arise with each passing moment and he contemplated if he would be able to get his hands on a sample of Cloud’s blood. Maybe not when he was intoxicated like that, it would only meddle with the results.
But seeing as he wasn’t close to finished with the other man, he would decide on that part later.
“What does it do? Why do you have it in your blood?”
He wasn’t nearly patient enough to draw out all the answers of that sluggishly working mind and for a moment Seifer felt frustrated with himself.
Had he known how little the seemingly well-trained stranger could stomach, he would have slowed him down.
“No need to call me Mister,” he hummed, huffing an amused breath through his nose.
Shit, the guy really was about to pass out.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Seifer rolled over the options that were left for him now.
And it occurred to him that it might even come in handy to have the other unconscious, given that he was still stuck in Esthar and not in his safe abode back in Galbadia.
Humming thoughtfully, a comforting smile spread on his features then.
“That was quite a lot you had to stomach. Rest.”
And when he did, Seifer would have time to relocate them.
He already had an idea as to how they would make their way over the ocean as well.
Thus, his fingers kept distractedly brushing the other man’s cheek while his other hand reached for his cell phone, unlocking it with a swift motion and looking through his contacts.
