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Who: Venti and open /o/
What: laaate post-event thing for him, waking up from a little stress nap and being tiny.
When: near september!
Where: hurikane mostly!
Warnings: none really except maybe coming back from death and trauma-y memories if he talks about that. other than that he’s just a small fairy being an idiot.

[ it's not very responsible of him, but 1) responsibility and 2) venti: pick one. he is actually the kind of person who tends to disappear at occasional moments, sometimes at the most irresponsible times. he's also the kind who could stress-nap entire decades away, so maybe a good couple of days or even a week is being almost responsible for him. there's darkness, then he wakes up in bed rather unexpectedly and painfully by his new roomie. he processes that he's returned to life and rafaela is back and instead of talking to her or going out and checking on other people, why not just... go back to sleep. so he does.

a day later or so, he kind of disappears entirely, like wind invisible that may float away.

and maybe a week after that, the wind may slowly pull himself together. but he is weak, he's not terribly strong, he's rather tired and maybe lost more faith in himself. venti himself hasn't been around in a good while but a fairy-looking thing, something small and white that practically looks like a bird from a distance, would be slowly floating through the ship towards a bar. you can maybe find this creature:

1. fluttering rather dazedly, like a dizzy bee, charting a little path through the ship en route to deck five.
2. it seems to take breaks every so often to simply sit on the ground, or maybe even float to sit tiredly on your shoulder or head if you're nearby and make a nice perch.
3. sitting on the ground staring up at the door to hurikane, looking bemused at how to open it, chirping tiredly at you if you're nearby to please open the door!
4. if he manages to get in the bar, the critter is sitting on the counter making half-hearted little chirps to the ghost bartender who apparently doesn't get the hint that he needs wine.
5. eventually, or maybe a day later or so, venti would find it in himself to transform back and simply be found in hurikane at a table surrounded by bottles. he needs this, he really does.
(6. wildcard/anything else!! i might just make this a catch-all for september too i don't know yet) ]

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[Because you weigh like a pound buddy.]

Yeah no, I'm not feeding you straight up vodka. Beer or nothing lil dude.

[ or less, but. fine. he’ll finish the beer with aplomb, then—a thoughtful pause, and he very deliberately walks a straight line across the table, then looks at pratt hopefully.

look, he passes the straight line test.

that proves he can handle something harder right?? ]

[Pratt bursts into laughter, hard enough he has to rest his forehead on his arms on the bar. ]

You got that one down huh. This is when I should ask you to recite the alphabet backwards, but I dunno if you can squeak that.

[Still laughing he relents, gesturing at the wall behind the bar.]

Alright alright, what do you want then?

[ wow, he's a genius!! and this guy is nice enough to oblige. well if he could possibly be demanding here then~

he peeps continuously as he flutters up and does a little dizzy loop around the liquors on the top shelf. that's right, the good shit that, if the bar charged customers, would probably totally cost more than they're actually worth, but it should be strong enough to knock someone out.

so greedy, when it comes to drink! ]

High class taste there. Alright, but you're still only getting a shotglass full. Not the whole bottle you little lush.

[He gestures to what Venti picks out and waits for the ghost to bring it to him. He'll pour the alcoholic fairy a glass and hand it over.]

Happy now?

[ happy now?!!! is he ever!

and the thing is, it’ll take a single shot (which disappears in record time because jesus christ he’s an alcoholic) before he’s noticeably going to he more wobbly like a drunken bird. but a remarkably cheerful one as he starts to whistle a tune that starts to be recognizable as a-ha’s ‘take on me’, because he’s a sing-y drunk. ]

[Pratt starts laughing again because this is just too funny. He has a drunken flappy fairy thing, who is whistling songs.]

If you actually hit the high note, I'll give you another half glass, but then you're cut off.

[ wow, is that a challenge or what? if so he’s 100% up for it, he’s a musician and singer even if he’s a silly fairy right now, he can absolutely hit the high note.

and so he does, maybe a little high and brittle like a music box. it seems he sure does like his 80’s/90’s songs he’s been learning here. surely this performance deserves at least one more glass. ]

[Goddamn this is adorable. Pratt will give him a tiny round of applause while stifling laughter. ]

Nicely done. But this is your last one okay?

[ Enjoy your final glass of the night Venti. After this he's going to insist on carrying him home, wherever that is.]

[ boo, he wants more. he would totally sing for more too but…

all right, maybe he is getting a little more dizzy and sleepy. still though he very hopefully walks blearily right at the bottle, squeaking continuously because it seems he can also be an annoying demanding drunk. pratt sure has to be strong and put his foot down against him.

that and he doesn’t really want to go back to his room with rather murderous bird roomie, whoops. ]

[Nope. Sorry buddy, you're about to get scooped. ]

That's enough lil dude. Any more and we're going to have to look for tiny liver transplants.

[ It's only a few glasses but he fits in Pratt's hands so thats like twice this things weight.

Sucks to be little cuz Pratt is straight up gonna pick him up and carry him away from the bar no matter how many cute chirps he does.]

[ he doesn’t have a liver… probably. he’s a tiny magic thing. where did the liquor go then? good question.

but all right, fine, he’ll let himself get carried but maybe not without a brief petulant drunken flight right at pratt’s face, and then he plonks off back onto his hand. reeling a little and then flopping down, with a hiccup. maybe that’s enough for a night, it’s true. ]

[COME AT HIM TINY BRO. He recoils a bit, but doesn't drop him, it was a valiant effort though.]

I give you all that alcohol and that's the thanks I get huh? [But he's still smiling because he's super endeared by this entire situation.]

Alright, well. I don't know where you live, so I guess you're coming with me.

[If Venti doesn't flutter away Pratt will carry him back to his room and set up a pillow on his nightstand for him to sleep on. He'll even put his nightlite next to him so he has something to cuddle. But turned off so it doesn't blind him.]

[ that nightlight is ridiculously cute... he kind of peeps reluctantly as they leave the bar, he stares longingly behind them towards the wines! but fine, it's time to pass the heck out, even after stress napping for like a week maybe he's just such an idiot it'll take this much and longer to recover from. zombies. not to be delicate or anything but such a lot happened.

but this does help.

he cuddles on the pillow with a tiny yawn, nuzzles up to the xiaolongbao and then is out like a night. sometime during deep late night or early morning, he'd disappear into wind; venti would recover himself later but it'd sure be awkward if he woke up fully bard-y and maybe a little hangover-y in pratt's room, so he'll spare him that. but he'll have a fairy's appreciation. ]