[ It's not as if Thancred's current inebriated state has created in him a desire that does not normally exist. It's more that his drunkenness has chased away the long list of reasons to not do this, erasing his better judgment until he's left to question why a proposition is such a terrible idea.
Will he regret this in the morning? That remains to be seen, depending on how it all unfolds. As of now, he has come this far and he isn't about to get cold feet.
As soon as he hears his name spoken in that soft, almost husky tone of Urianger's, Thancred pauses for a moment on the stairs and looks up to meet his gaze. He smiles, an expression that seems to come much more easily while under the influence, and nods. Yes, he's here. He is not one for empty promises.
He might be tempted to deny that offered hand were it not for Urianger's words, which are unfortunately quite impossible to resist. ] A compliment and an offer of help? [ Yes, he takes his ability to climb a winding set of stairs while drunk as a compliment. He is nothing if not sure-footed in even this circumstance. He reaches out and takes the offered hand, his fingers intertwining with Urianger's (that are so long and slender), and climbs the last few steps to the landing.
Ah. Now they are standing quite close to each other. Thancred cranes his neck to look up at Urianger, revealing a flushed face and slightly unfocused eyes. ] Always so considerate. But what are you doing here so late at night?
[ It's only after the questions spills out of his mouth that he wonders if he might regret asking it. ]
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Will he regret this in the morning? That remains to be seen, depending on how it all unfolds. As of now, he has come this far and he isn't about to get cold feet.
As soon as he hears his name spoken in that soft, almost husky tone of Urianger's, Thancred pauses for a moment on the stairs and looks up to meet his gaze. He smiles, an expression that seems to come much more easily while under the influence, and nods. Yes, he's here. He is not one for empty promises.
He might be tempted to deny that offered hand were it not for Urianger's words, which are unfortunately quite impossible to resist. ] A compliment and an offer of help? [ Yes, he takes his ability to climb a winding set of stairs while drunk as a compliment. He is nothing if not sure-footed in even this circumstance. He reaches out and takes the offered hand, his fingers intertwining with Urianger's (that are so long and slender), and climbs the last few steps to the landing.
Ah. Now they are standing quite close to each other. Thancred cranes his neck to look up at Urianger, revealing a flushed face and slightly unfocused eyes. ] Always so considerate. But what are you doing here so late at night?
[ It's only after the questions spills out of his mouth that he wonders if he might regret asking it. ]