Wasted

                                    

                                          
'Just... What in the world is going on here?'
Cale is tired from all the socializing he just did. In all honesty, he's a bit reluctant to head back to the palace when the Henituse Territory is far closer in comparison.
However, when he called his lover to inform him about the possibility of him doing so, he was met with no visuals whatsoever.
Instead, he was greeted with the sound of muffled sobs, which is definitely concerning.
Who was that?
Did someone get hurt?
What's happening over there?
It is even more worrisome for the redhead when he realized that he had called Alver through their personal crystal ball. Which means, that voice is very likely to be his partner's.
Heavily nervous at the thought of the quarter dark elf he loved being in pain, to the point that he shed tears, Cale asked for Eruhaben who was guarding him tagging along for the day to teleport him immediately to his shared room with the monarch.
And well, of all bad scenarios that he could think of, this was definitely something out of the box.
"Your Highness, you're drunk."
Stating the obvious, he was soon being latched onto by the drunk brunet who was still sobbing lightly.
"Caaaaleeeee... Don't leave me for that bastard. I'm definitely much better in many aspects. I'm good-looking, I have power, and I'm your favorite— I have moneyyyy... Lots of them! I can give you the best cookies as well! So please don't leave me!"
'Leaving him?'
Slightly concerned due to the sudden topic being brought up, Cale caressed his cheek and asked in a less flat voice than he normally uses in these kinds of situations.
"What do you mean? What are you thinking about now, your highness?"
To which, Alver responded. However, his words come out incomprehensible due to the sobbing and hiccuping. Therefore Cale asked patiently once more,
"I can't hear you through your cries. Can you repeat what you just said?"
However, to his surprise, Alver actually said something unthinkable.
"If you and the White Radish get married, will you both be Cale Barrow, or will you both be Cale Henituse?"
- staaareeeee—
'What the fuck did I just hear from my own freaking fiancé–?'
Dumbfounded, Cale stared at the brunet in utter disbelief before then collecting himself for a bit as he then said,
"I'm probably digging my own grave here, but what exactly brought this on?"
"The crazy Sekka bastard."
"Clopeh?"
The disgruntled expression on the hero's face only got worse at the mention of the name.
"Yeah."  Alver, still in his drowsy state of mind responded, "He visited earlier, reporting that there are actually people who disagree with our relationship because they believed that you're more suited to be with that punk who's suffering from mommy issues."
Cale has a lot of questions that appeared along with some corrections that just keep on chiming in his head at the same time.
'That upsets him so much that he got this drunk?'
'Why would Clopeh report such a useless thing? Did Alver send him to investigate something?'
'Who in their right minds would pair me with that lunatic!?'
'White-shit has mommy issues?'
'...Should I tell him that he got both mommy and daddy issues— or would that make things worse?'
Well, Cale says nothing of the sort and just sighed, feeling a headache coming his way. But again, only he can deal with this kind of thing.
"Don't mind it. Our wedding is literally in a couple of weeks. Not to mention, That punk has perished. Didn't you witness it yourself?"
Alver sulked, "Yeah. He died. After receiving your heart."
"What the actual fuck."
This time, Cale couldn't hold back his words.
"What? You stabbed him after you stabbed your heart. What kind of connection is this!?"
'No! What kind of White-shit conspiracy theory is this!?' He's so done with all of these ridiculous premises.
Cale groaned as he then patted the head of the man who was once again sobbing over his nonexistent relationship with a dead man, a dead radish nonetheless.
'I'm not dealing with this bullshit'
"Look, I'm here now, and I'm tired after dealing with those hungry for power old folks. I'm in the mood for cuddling. Wash off those stank if you want to join me." He said as he peeled himself away from his drunk lover and headed to their bedroom instead.
"I'm not waiting long, so if I don't see you in the next 5 minutes, I'm heading to the villa and staying with the kids instead."
And well, apparently that's all he needed to say to make the drunk Emperor of the Rowoon Empire scurry off the sofa and sober up the best he could— after all, he's really not going to pass off this rare time of his lover initiating affections.
All in all, despite the stupidity shared a moment ago, the couple had quite a good sleep for the rest of the night.

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