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On it.

[ Noctis says with a gesturing finger pointed in the air. He can't get into the kitchen fast enough. The last few weeks have been absolutely awful, he still feels sick and pained, and he misses sleep. Alcohol might fix this.

He grabs the glasses, which are both promptly filled with ice. He walks over to the liquor cabinet and hands her each one. ]

You think I go for cheap stuff? I'm a rich college student.

[ Absolutely a joke at his expense. But he's loaded. Sometimes, it's okay to make a snarky remark about it. At least when he's admitting he's spoiled and a bit of a diva. ]

But I'll admit I haven't had that before.

[ He nudges his nose towards the scotch. ]

Drink it quickly. It's the second one you savor.

[Or at least, that's how Rosalind has always enjoyed it. She fills each glass a little more than she ought to, then turns to hand it to him. They're going to settle on the couch, she decides, and sprawls over on one end, settling back against the arm of the couch.]

And tell me something irrelevant. The personalities of your pets, perhaps.

[ Noctis takes the glass, surveying the contents a moment. The smell is certainly strong, but he's prepared to be adventurous. Plus, his normal go-to's these days are pure rocket fuel anyway.

He follows close by, sitting on the couch with a sigh. His body is still tense and creaking from the pain he'd experienced earlier in the day, so it takes a moment for him to gather himself.

A distraction. Sounds good. ]

The black one's Rufus the doofus, fluffy white one is Tiny-- She poops more than the doofus does-- Brown fluffy cat is Etro. She's cool with everything, clingy and affectionate, but don't catch her when the bowl's empty.

Orion found me in an alley, clung to my ankles and refused to let go until I picked him up. Now I know what true parenting is.

[ He takes a sip of his glass, and he takes a very brief double-take. It burns in a way that he isn't sure of right away. But it's... Oddly satisfying. Noctis shrugs as if he just agreed with himself and takes another sip. ]

I'm glad I have these guys, honestly. No one catches my bad days quite like Tiny does. She isn't even an official service dog, but she damn-near acts like one.

[She glances over at the dogs. She isn't a dog person, as a rule, and she's determined that Noct will clean up after his pets, but she rather likes the thought that her son is looked after.

Rosalind knocks back her glass, swallowing half of it with a shudder.]

Well, now I know who Kawaii-san most definitely oughtn't attack.

[She glances up at her petulant pet. He's still sulking atop his cat tree, glaring down at the dogs.]

All right? Don't need a chaser?

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[ Oh gods, the second attempt is even harder. The burn is pretty harsh, and Noctis wrinkles his nose. It's a challenge to swallow, but he manages with a shiver. ]

Y-- Ghh-- Yeah. I'm good.

[ Noctis shakes his head to try and settle this burn, and he sighs.

The cats have both curled up together on their shared bed, while Rufus and Tiny take to sitting at the bottom of the cat tree, looking up at Kawaii-san with wagging tails and little whines. They wish to play with the angry dog! ]

Sheesh, you weren't kidding.

You grow used to it. And it does get easier the more inebriated you get.

[Despite herself, despite her emotions, she smiles faintly and genuinely.]

Welcome to adult drinking. At least it tastes better than whatever horrid concoctions you've drank at parties.

[ He takes a bit of a breath, when the burn settles a bit. ]

Don't remember enough of my experiences to argue.

[ He raises his glass to Rosalind before downing the rest of it. ]

Ah.

That's better.

And just wait for it to hit.

[It won't take long. Rosalind sighs softly, tipping her head back as warmth flows through her veins. Her empty glass hangs from her fingertips, and she thinks she'll fill it up again in a moment.]

I probably ought to monitor your drinking more. You shouldn't be blacking out at parties, Noct.

[But she says it lazily, not particularly scolding.]

It was two times. College party and a wedding.

[ At least he remembers getting laid after the wedding.

He gets up with a heavy sigh, body still very tense and creaking from earlier. He walks over to the liquor cabinet, stopping by Rosalind. ]

Round two?

Of course.

[She offers him her glass, tipping her head lazily to watch him as he gets up.]

Mm. I notice you still haven't held up your end of our little bet the last time we drank.

[ Noctis grabs the glass and starts preparing them, being generous because that seems to be the theme tonight. Eh. It works. He comes along and pauses when she brings up the hair.

Noctis sighs, rolling his head back in dramatics. ]

Was hoping you forgot.

[ He comes back around, giving the glass to Rosalind as he sits down. ]

I had not. Simply allowed you to get away with it for a long while.

[She offers him a silent smile in thanks and lifts the glass to her lips.]

I can do it for you tonight, if you want.

[ A groan. Noctis takes another drink. And it’s easier than the last one, thankfully. Hell, he’s already starting to feel a bit warm after that first one. Rosalind wasn’t kidding.

He purses his lips, reaching up to fuss with the little bun he’d made. ]

Guess I have no choice.

[ He gives her a look. ]

You’re not gonna make it short, are you?

Obviously I'm going to make it short. That's the entire point, Noctis, don't try and wriggle out of this.

[ Noctis simply stares on, sipping more at his drink. He’s a lightweight, so really, the cheeky attitude is born purely of that. ]

How short.

It won't be a buzzcut.

[TAKE COMFORT IN WHAT YOU CAN.]

[ THATS NOT SPECIFIC ENOUGH. ]

One inch. That’s it.

[ He’s a law student. He’s going to deal his way out of this. SIP. ]

[Blandly and entirely deadpan:]

Okay.

[what's he gonna do when she cuts more than an inch off, not finish the haircut?]

[ You wouldnt fucking dare.

Noctis stares in silence a bit longer. He realizes he lost his bet already, time caught up on him. So he sighs, throwing back his second drink as he stands up. ]

Alright, let’s get this over with.

[ Before he fusses more. ]

You’re lucky I’m a lightweight.

You're lucky I'm not. Come into the bathroom.

[She's a little tipsy, but not so hideously drunk she'll end up shaving him. So that's good. Rosalind's step is just a little unsteady as she leads the way towards her bathroom. Dragging in a chair, she sets up a few towels around him.]

Go get your hair wet.

[in the shower, maybe? Just take off your shirt, Noct, it's only your mum.]

[ He has a scowl on his face very much suggesting how much he DOES NOT WANT THIS. Just for good measure. He waves dismissively, finishing off his glass and setting it down. He’s not drunk yet, but he’s tipsy enough to follow along with this. His cheeks are warm and pink, and he’s amused enough.

Noctis takes his shirt off and sets it aside in the bathroom. He lets his hair down and quickly wets it in the sink, reaching for a towel to damp it and drape it at his shoulders. ]

Not exactly into anything new so...

[ Dont go wild. ]

Hush.

[She has a pair of scissors, luckily, built for cutting hair. They're nothing professional, no, but at least she's not using something from her lab. It takes her a few minutes to find a comb, but soon enough she's settling behind him.

Despite her full intent on tormenting him, she doesn't want to do a bad job, and so there's care in the way she combs and parts his hair carefully.]

Just don't move, all right?

[ He’s very particular about his hair. Which is funny, considering he can’t do much with it as long as it is. But it shows in his face that he’s uncomfortable. ]

I’m not, I’m not.

[ It’s a good thing he’s feeling comfortably toasted off the scotch, otherwise he would have gone to a professional. Or continue to ignore the growing length. He grimaces a little. ]

Don’t make it too short.

Hush.

[And to her credit, it's not as if she buzzes it all off. But he'll likely think it's too short, because she cuts it sensibly, trimming his bangs and sweeping back all that hair that crowds around his face. The end result is something quite nice, honestly, and Rosalind is pleased, even if he'll sulk and whine.

But ah, that's for later. For now, Rosalind is still cutting, humming softly as she does.]

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