[Blaine]

"Pft, someone...to go undercover...but pack mule works..since you, aha offered." His words slurred like mad as he buried his face into his chest a bit as he spoke into it. Completely using the other as support as he shivered a bit from the hand around his waist.

"Dainty my bloody ass..!" He retorted, looking up at Basch to lare daggers into him as he shrugged. "Fran has never seen me in any form such as this. Besides, the woman shall be gone for a good while yet for the night is still young for them. That..Penelo girl has too much spark to let it lay in waste...ngh, God this is awful...when...did you get so tall..?"

Holding tight so he wouldn't fall, his feet were almost propped against the ground as each leg lifted and fell with a loud thud when suddenly Balthier lifted his head fast enough to nearly make him topple as he stood a little straighter."..are you..wearing Bhujerbian cologne...?" Almost snorting, he grinned and began to laugh. "That is adorable...pffft ahhaaa, but it a scent that suits your rough demeanor as it is an aroma of masc...masculinataty...masculinty...masculine...ne ss. Yes...quite...nnnnnnnnnnnmmmmgh." Slumping again he looked around the streets and began to whine as he was wont to do at any time.

"Where are we going? Why did we leave? The party was far from over, God, so aggravating...bloody ground..still jumping everywhere...it's too hot...what city is this?" On and on he went as his grip tightened on Basch, his face rubbing against his arm.