[There's a large part of him that wants to insist he's a grown ass man and doesn't need adopting but his responses are sluggish enough that he doesn't have enough time before Strange is bombarding him with questions.
He catches Izunia's eye, rolling his own slightly before rattling off answers as best he can. Not that there are many questions before he's splayed out unconscious for the android to start working on stitching his guts back together and the like. Hopefully pulling out the shards of shattered metal and then working at his mostly wrecked knee.
It's several hours before he's allowed to leave the infirmary, insides as close to "good as new" as Strange could get while he was sleeping because, of course, the moment Nyx awoke he was wheedling and nagging and bribing and eventually outright demanding to be let out. The end agreement was that he'd keep crutches at hand for another day or two to let the knee set up properly and he would not leave the building.
He couldn't bare to be cooped up in the infirmary but the station seemed large enough that he could get by with that much at least. And he'd use the crutches properly instead of being like Libertus who'd barely even acknowledged them save when he was about to eat shit.
[Where to go indeed - luckily, even with the expansions turning the Station into a complex, the common room remains a hub of activity, in which a certain king can be caught frequently.
Such as right now, as he fiddles with a deck of cards, idly dealing them out and shuffling them back into the pack. At the sound of crutch-assisted footsteps, though, he looks up, and that smile is, well, far more genuinely friendly than anything Nyx might have seen on Ardyn. Aside from the blue scarf, Izunia's retreated into the standby of Lucian black-on-black.]
Ah, there, see? Not quite right as rain but a good measure better than you'd otherwise be, to be able to get up on your feet at all.
[And with a smile and a flourish, he vanishes the cards and produces a bottle from... Well, where do you think? Get used to dealing with royalty, Nyx.]
[It's a little weird, seeing such a genuine smile on Ardyn's face. Izunia, sure but it's still the damn chancellor's face. Even weirder, maybe, that it's something of a relief. Someone he knows at least and he hobbles his way over to Izunia's table, cursing the crutches already.]
Yeah, I'm up. I'm moving...
[He's ginger as hell sitting down but once he's seated he kicks another chair over to prop his leg up on it.
And immediately holds a hand out for that bottle.]
[He's taking that bottle and promptly taking a small sip. For all his talk he doesn't just chug it carelessly, he takes a single mouthful, savors the taste for a moment before swallowing, nodding slowly.]
Not bad... Strange is gonna kill me for adding alcohol to all his hard work.
The majority of the kids... You got many children that can tap into that?
[He takes another swig even as he asks it, cocking a brow both at the question and this whole "speaking of" trailing off thing. Speaking of what Izunia?]
...I might have adopted one, but also it wouldn't surprise me if one of them could just get into the cupboard with magic somehow.
[Kids and magic, magic and kids, a troublesome combination.
For now, Izunia extends a hand.]
Worthy once is worthy again - I don't take that back. My power is yours, if you want it - only string is "don't murder my brother with it" and that only applies to the one that's human again.
Magics clashing? [Not that unexpected after the chaos he'd seen with Strange.
But then Izunia is reaching a hand out to him and for a moment all Nyx can do is stare at it, startled and instinctively mistrusting.]
Mmmhmm... and what's the price this time? Like hell I think you're gonna offer it up freely after-
[Well he just gestures vaguely at his left side, all the scars and magic burns that still mar everything from the silver streak at his hairline to the mangled ashy skin of his arm.]
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He catches Izunia's eye, rolling his own slightly before rattling off answers as best he can. Not that there are many questions before he's splayed out unconscious for the android to start working on stitching his guts back together and the like. Hopefully pulling out the shards of shattered metal and then working at his mostly wrecked knee.
It's several hours before he's allowed to leave the infirmary, insides as close to "good as new" as Strange could get while he was sleeping because, of course, the moment Nyx awoke he was wheedling and nagging and bribing and eventually outright demanding to be let out. The end agreement was that he'd keep crutches at hand for another day or two to let the knee set up properly and he would not leave the building.
He couldn't bare to be cooped up in the infirmary but the station seemed large enough that he could get by with that much at least. And he'd use the crutches properly instead of being like Libertus who'd barely even acknowledged them save when he was about to eat shit.
But now that he's free... where to go?]
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Such as right now, as he fiddles with a deck of cards, idly dealing them out and shuffling them back into the pack. At the sound of crutch-assisted footsteps, though, he looks up, and that smile is, well, far more genuinely friendly than anything Nyx might have seen on Ardyn. Aside from the blue scarf, Izunia's retreated into the standby of Lucian black-on-black.]
Ah, there, see? Not quite right as rain but a good measure better than you'd otherwise be, to be able to get up on your feet at all.
[And with a smile and a flourish, he vanishes the cards and produces a bottle from... Well, where do you think? Get used to dealing with royalty, Nyx.]
I do believe I owe you a drink.
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Yeah, I'm up. I'm moving...
[He's ginger as hell sitting down but once he's seated he kicks another chair over to prop his leg up on it.
And immediately holds a hand out for that bottle.]
You sure fucking do.
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[But it's laughing and fond as he hands the bottle over before leaning back in his seat.]
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[He's taking that bottle and promptly taking a small sip. For all his talk he doesn't just chug it carelessly, he takes a single mouthful, savors the taste for a moment before swallowing, nodding slowly.]
Not bad... Strange is gonna kill me for adding alcohol to all his hard work.
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[That's how we do responsible adulthood on Keystone Station.]
Speaking of which...
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[He takes another swig even as he asks it, cocking a brow both at the question and this whole "speaking of" trailing off thing. Speaking of what Izunia?]
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[Kids and magic, magic and kids, a troublesome combination.
For now, Izunia extends a hand.]
Worthy once is worthy again - I don't take that back. My power is yours, if you want it - only string is "don't murder my brother with it" and that only applies to the one that's human again.
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But then Izunia is reaching a hand out to him and for a moment all Nyx can do is stare at it, startled and instinctively mistrusting.]
Mmmhmm... and what's the price this time? Like hell I think you're gonna offer it up freely after-
[Well he just gestures vaguely at his left side, all the scars and magic burns that still mar everything from the silver streak at his hairline to the mangled ashy skin of his arm.]
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[Firm and unyielding as stone, the voice of the king.]
Though if you're hellbent on paying for it, I can always use another friend who isn't afraid to tell me to pull my head out of my ass.
[Friends - not king and vassal, soldier and commander. Just two people who have each other's backs.]