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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Making sure Frankenstein's safe isn't the only thing Muzaka has to keep an eye out for when he's acting as Frankenstein's bodyguard.
Notes: 'Muzaka never left' verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,054
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka looked around, scanning the bustle of people around him. He picked Frankenstein out easily, surrounded by a number of people vying for his attention. That was fine.
What wasn't fine was the warmth of the hall everyone was occupying, all the doors closed and the sheer number of people grouped together helping to raise the temperature even further.
Muzaka hated wearing suits. There was too many layers to them, and didn't breathe that well.
He caught Frankenstein glancing at him the next time he looked, the tilt of Frankenstein's eyebrow. He shook his head. He was acting as Frankenstein's bodyguard, and his presence was usually enough to dissuade anyone trying anything - the biggest drawbacks to that was he had to wear a suit all the time, and whenever Frankenstein had to do some socialising for the organisation.
But he could last another hour. So long as he could get something to drink.
Muzaka spied a waitress carrying tray of small thin glasses of brightly coloured liquid, each one with a tiny little paper umbrella sticking out of it. Oooh.
He meandered over, grinning at her when she held the tray out to him. He couldn't smell any alcohol from them, a fruity scent instead, and he took one. "Thanks!" Finally.
He downed the glass in two gulps, and really, why were the non-alcoholic drinks so hard to-
The drink burned on the way down.
Uh-oh.
* * *
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes. There was something wrong with Muzaka.
"-and trying to get-"
"Ah, my apologies, Park-nim," Frankenstein interrupted with a smile, "but there's something I need to attend to right now."
"Oh, of course!"
Frankenstein made a beeline for Muzaka, hiding his frown. Muzaka perked up when he caught sight of him, and there was a slight sway to Muzaka's steps, a hesitation that normally wasn't there as Muzaka walked up to him.
"Muzaka?" Frankenstein said softly, and Muzaka didn't quite lurch, but when Muzaka curled an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, he leaned more against him than usual.
"Hey!" Muzaka chirped. His breath smelled fruity, his eyes a little unfocused.
"Did you have something nice to drink?" Frankenstein said, leading Muzaka towards one of the doors outside the hall.
"Mmhm!" Muzaka nodded. He held up a hand, indicating a thin glass. "Had a little-" He paused, and then brightened. "'Brella! It was nice."
Frankenstein looked around before spying the multiple waiters and waitresses carrying the drinks Muzaka had described.
...Ah. While a strong werewolf warrior could regrow an arm or their organs in seconds, even a small amount of alcohol had a big effect on them. If the drink was flavoured enough, it must have covered up the smell of alcohol for Muzaka to not notice.
It was unlikely that Muzaka's drink had been spiked, then. It was still a possibility however, and Frankenstein kept an eye out for anyone giving them undue attention or following them.
"Next time, you should just drink water," Frankenstein said, Muzaka's face already scrunching up at the suggestion.
"Their water tastesss baaad. Too metallic."
Which left off a lot of the hot beverages and diluted fruit drinks. The last time Muzaka had ordered a fizzy drink, it had came mixed with something else, and Muzaka had sworn off doing that again unless it came in a sealed bottle.
"We'll bring our own water next time then," Frankenstein promised, nodding as someone opened the door for them.
Muzaka brightened. "'Kay!" He looked around as they walked down the corridor. "Where we goin'?"
"We're going home," Frankenstein said, "before you end up on the floor." Depending on the strength of the alcohol, that could be anywhere between a few minutes, or an hour.
"Aww, sorry..."
"Don't be," Frankenstein said. "Most of the important discussions had already finished." What was left was the networking between groups and he had already met the people he'd intended to. Making sure Muzaka was all right was far more important.
* * *
Frankenstein listened to Muzaka sleep, checking the thermometer. A little low, but not dangerously so. Muzaka had been able to eat a few snacks and have water before falling asleep, so that should help.
Muzaka should be fine, but Frankenstein would keep an eye on him, just in case.
* * *
When Frankenstein woke up the next morning, Muzaka was still sleeping soundly, which told him exactly the state Muzaka would be in when he eventually woke up. Muzaka's temperature had evened out again, which relieved Frankenstein.
He refilled the glass of water on Muzaka's bedside table in case he woke up early, and left to make breakfast.
* * *
The lump on the bed groaned when Frankenstein entered their bedroom with breakfast on a tray.
"Alcohol sucks," Muzaka grumbled, not coming out from under the blanket.
"Am I going to be feeding you from under there?" Frankenstein said, sitting down next to him.
"...Maybe."
"Then can I put something underneath to catch the crumbs?"
A silver eye peeked out from the den Muzaka had made for himself. "I woulda thought you would make something that didn't make a mess."
"These will help with the hangover," Frankenstein said.
"They will?"
"Not instantly, but it'll help alleviate some of the discomfort."
Muzaka didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I can sit up. I think."
When Muzaka pulled himself up, he leaned back on the headboard, grimacing. "You're not going into work today, are you?"
"It's Saturday," Frankenstein reminded him, reaching for the bed table. "And you could stay home even if I was."
Muzaka snorted. "That hasn't stopped you before."
Frankenstein chuckled, setting up the table and placing the tray on top. "True. But no, I have no plans as of yet." There was always a chance he would get an e-mail or call that he would need to sort out, but for most things, he could do it at home. "You can rest for today."
"Feels like I'm gonna need the whole day," Muzaka grumbled, squinting at breakfast before starting to eat.
"Take your time," Frankenstein said, shaking his head as he smiled.
"Hnnn."
While Muzaka wasn't feeling at his best right now, he was still doing better than he had been the night before, and that was what mattered.
Summary: Making sure Frankenstein's safe isn't the only thing Muzaka has to keep an eye out for when he's acting as Frankenstein's bodyguard.
Notes: 'Muzaka never left' verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,054
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka looked around, scanning the bustle of people around him. He picked Frankenstein out easily, surrounded by a number of people vying for his attention. That was fine.
What wasn't fine was the warmth of the hall everyone was occupying, all the doors closed and the sheer number of people grouped together helping to raise the temperature even further.
Muzaka hated wearing suits. There was too many layers to them, and didn't breathe that well.
He caught Frankenstein glancing at him the next time he looked, the tilt of Frankenstein's eyebrow. He shook his head. He was acting as Frankenstein's bodyguard, and his presence was usually enough to dissuade anyone trying anything - the biggest drawbacks to that was he had to wear a suit all the time, and whenever Frankenstein had to do some socialising for the organisation.
But he could last another hour. So long as he could get something to drink.
Muzaka spied a waitress carrying tray of small thin glasses of brightly coloured liquid, each one with a tiny little paper umbrella sticking out of it. Oooh.
He meandered over, grinning at her when she held the tray out to him. He couldn't smell any alcohol from them, a fruity scent instead, and he took one. "Thanks!" Finally.
He downed the glass in two gulps, and really, why were the non-alcoholic drinks so hard to-
The drink burned on the way down.
Uh-oh.
Frankenstein narrowed his eyes. There was something wrong with Muzaka.
"-and trying to get-"
"Ah, my apologies, Park-nim," Frankenstein interrupted with a smile, "but there's something I need to attend to right now."
"Oh, of course!"
Frankenstein made a beeline for Muzaka, hiding his frown. Muzaka perked up when he caught sight of him, and there was a slight sway to Muzaka's steps, a hesitation that normally wasn't there as Muzaka walked up to him.
"Muzaka?" Frankenstein said softly, and Muzaka didn't quite lurch, but when Muzaka curled an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, he leaned more against him than usual.
"Hey!" Muzaka chirped. His breath smelled fruity, his eyes a little unfocused.
"Did you have something nice to drink?" Frankenstein said, leading Muzaka towards one of the doors outside the hall.
"Mmhm!" Muzaka nodded. He held up a hand, indicating a thin glass. "Had a little-" He paused, and then brightened. "'Brella! It was nice."
Frankenstein looked around before spying the multiple waiters and waitresses carrying the drinks Muzaka had described.
...Ah. While a strong werewolf warrior could regrow an arm or their organs in seconds, even a small amount of alcohol had a big effect on them. If the drink was flavoured enough, it must have covered up the smell of alcohol for Muzaka to not notice.
It was unlikely that Muzaka's drink had been spiked, then. It was still a possibility however, and Frankenstein kept an eye out for anyone giving them undue attention or following them.
"Next time, you should just drink water," Frankenstein said, Muzaka's face already scrunching up at the suggestion.
"Their water tastesss baaad. Too metallic."
Which left off a lot of the hot beverages and diluted fruit drinks. The last time Muzaka had ordered a fizzy drink, it had came mixed with something else, and Muzaka had sworn off doing that again unless it came in a sealed bottle.
"We'll bring our own water next time then," Frankenstein promised, nodding as someone opened the door for them.
Muzaka brightened. "'Kay!" He looked around as they walked down the corridor. "Where we goin'?"
"We're going home," Frankenstein said, "before you end up on the floor." Depending on the strength of the alcohol, that could be anywhere between a few minutes, or an hour.
"Aww, sorry..."
"Don't be," Frankenstein said. "Most of the important discussions had already finished." What was left was the networking between groups and he had already met the people he'd intended to. Making sure Muzaka was all right was far more important.
Frankenstein listened to Muzaka sleep, checking the thermometer. A little low, but not dangerously so. Muzaka had been able to eat a few snacks and have water before falling asleep, so that should help.
Muzaka should be fine, but Frankenstein would keep an eye on him, just in case.
When Frankenstein woke up the next morning, Muzaka was still sleeping soundly, which told him exactly the state Muzaka would be in when he eventually woke up. Muzaka's temperature had evened out again, which relieved Frankenstein.
He refilled the glass of water on Muzaka's bedside table in case he woke up early, and left to make breakfast.
The lump on the bed groaned when Frankenstein entered their bedroom with breakfast on a tray.
"Alcohol sucks," Muzaka grumbled, not coming out from under the blanket.
"Am I going to be feeding you from under there?" Frankenstein said, sitting down next to him.
"...Maybe."
"Then can I put something underneath to catch the crumbs?"
A silver eye peeked out from the den Muzaka had made for himself. "I woulda thought you would make something that didn't make a mess."
"These will help with the hangover," Frankenstein said.
"They will?"
"Not instantly, but it'll help alleviate some of the discomfort."
Muzaka didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I can sit up. I think."
When Muzaka pulled himself up, he leaned back on the headboard, grimacing. "You're not going into work today, are you?"
"It's Saturday," Frankenstein reminded him, reaching for the bed table. "And you could stay home even if I was."
Muzaka snorted. "That hasn't stopped you before."
Frankenstein chuckled, setting up the table and placing the tray on top. "True. But no, I have no plans as of yet." There was always a chance he would get an e-mail or call that he would need to sort out, but for most things, he could do it at home. "You can rest for today."
"Feels like I'm gonna need the whole day," Muzaka grumbled, squinting at breakfast before starting to eat.
"Take your time," Frankenstein said, shaking his head as he smiled.
"Hnnn."
While Muzaka wasn't feeling at his best right now, he was still doing better than he had been the night before, and that was what mattered.