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Who: Ceodore, Freyjadour, and OPEN to Castmates (particularly parents or nagging figures)
What: Post-drinking aftermath
When: Today, right after this (which isn't quite done, but getting there)
Where: Through the village proper.
Summary: The prince pair decided to test out the waters for the first time of drinking with the buddies and got quite sloshed. They'll be weaving through the village trying to get home while singing bawdy tavern songs. Loudly. And off key.
Rating: PG-13 for booze? And raunchy song lyrics.
Notes: Anyone who wants to gripe in their journals tomorrow about the two drunks singing at night and getting sleep disrupted or how bad it sounded or whatever? Go for it.

It seemed like such a good idea. Frey was bothered; Ceodore was brooding about Selphie's mallynapping. Not really too much cheer between the two of them, which was unusual given their typical good natures. In fact, their amiability was one of those personality aspects they shared that made the pair of princes get along so well. Besides, they were old enough. Men now. Old enough to fight in wars and old enough to go drinking with a friend. Not a thing wrong with it.

Only for Ceodore's part, the only drinking he'd engaged in before was the social variety expected with court festivities or wine at dinner. Not that he would ever admit that, not even to Frey. In fact, when he traveled, he couldn't get the tavernmaster to do anything but laugh and offer him milk. That Frey didn't need to know about either. It was a first, but no big deal. They'd have a few, and laugh and forget about their worlds getting turned upside down for a while. Couldn't ask for a better plan. Except their tolerance for more than a couple wasn't nearly high enough.

Walking got a lot harder to do, but Ceodore was convinced he was perfectly upright and absolutely fine, even though he had an arm hooked around Frey's neck in a partial headlock, weaving through the village. They'd started talking about girls. Pretty girls. Then there was that one pretty girl in the song he'd heard. What girl? Well then the song had to be sung, only Ceodore was certainly no bard and hadn't the capability to carry a tune in a bucket while sober, much less while smashed. Then again, Frey was no better a vocalist, so who cared. The words were not all that clear, but what came out was pretty risque: talking about a pretty barmaid that everyone lusted after but no one could have. As the verses moved down the imaginary lass's body, the lyrics got more vulgar and raunchy, and sadly for anyone in earshot... louder.

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"Come now..." Cecil smiled sleepily from his doorway as he emerged, equally drawn by the commotion. "Frey and Ceodore weren't harming anyone. They were just two boys having a good time together. There's no need for them to be punished for acting as themselves."

And as long as none contradicted him, he would be making his way downstairs to rescue the frog-princes from the outdoors. Honestly. Mages.

Rydia scowled. Normally the summoner would listen to Cecil, but right now she was too weary and sore and annoyed to care what he thought about her spell. "They were being extremely loud when I desperately needed sleep, and they weren't going to shut up otherwise. As far as I'm concerned, they can stay that way until I get some rest."

"If you absolutely must solve your problems with magic, then cast Sleep on yourself and be done with it." And normally Cecil would be kinder, but since Ceodore was the kind of timewarped-son that made Cecil so darn proud so very often, there was really no question of who would win Cecil's allegiance if they ever forced him to choose sides. Sorry, Rydia.

"I just might." But Rydia doesn't turn the boys back into their normal selves, for now. Unless stopped, she huffs and turns around to head back up the stairs.

At this juncture, Ceodore contributed his own brand of protest to being a Toad. Instead of drunken singing, now it was loud drunken croaking that could be interpreted any number of ways: Change me back now! or I'm really sorry! or even a botched attempt at casting Esuna on himself.

What it really was, was his griping that his father had called them boys. They were not boys! And more importantly, why should he be quiet when Rydia's trying to sleep given the type and volume of noise coming from her and Kain when the whole house was trying to sleep?

Frey also greatly protests the idea of being called a boy. Boys don't build armies. If he could fight in a war, he could certainly drink. He proudly states that too, but all that comes out is angry croaks.

He is also trying and failing to heal himself, as is seen by the fact one of those toads is now glowing blue... and nothing happens.