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He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. All he could do was see what was directly in front of him: Ororon, strapped to what appeared to be a doctor's table. A sinking feeling assaulted his senses, and no matter how desperately he tried to struggle, tried to move, tried to do anything to save him, it was futile. He could only watch what was unfolding before his eyes. The Doctor, who had infiltrated his mind ever since their first interaction, brought a large syringe down, and all Ifa could hear was a blood-curdling scream before...
... he woke up, practically screaming out for someone to "stop". Having fallen asleep last shortly after assisting everyone who had been knocked unconscious by the Doctor, he found himself at the Weary Inn. His outburst definitely had woken up a few people, one of whom obnoxiously banged on the wall, demanding for Ifa to keep quiet. Ifa, not wishing to start any conflict, could only meekly apologize before looking out the window. It was dark... just how long had he been asleep? He decided to put himself back in working order and leave the room. He decided, if these nightmares would continue, he would at least get so drunk that they don't wake him up.
Ororon had come by a short time after Ifa made his decision, to make sure his boyfriend was okay. He knew how rampant Ifa's nightmares usually were, amplified by the fact that the Doctor was in Natlan and essentially sharing a mind with him, he knew Ifa was likely awake. He was correct that Ifa was awake, but didn't expect to see him at, of all places, the bar. Though he couldn't blame him, it did make him a little sad to see him there. He sat next to Ifa, planting a gentle hand on his shoulder, surprising Ifa and making him move his shoulder away.
"You're uh-... v-verrrry pretty, but I have a boyfrienddd," Ifa slurred out, showing Ororon just how drunk he was. Though he felt a little dejected, it was nice to know that Ifa was loyal to him. "It's okay. I was just coming to make sure you were okay, you seem kind of under the weather," Ororon stated, trying to act like a kind stranger. "A li'l' under the weather? Biggest un'erstatement in ALLLLLL of Natlan," Ifa responded, "some dude, some guy, who's apparently me but not me? Came to Natlan. The Doctor, I think his name was? He's a huge asshole, I wanna give 'im the business end of my gun."
Ororon watched Ifa order 2 more drinks, before watching his eyes widen, likely realization dawning on him. He suddenly clung to Ororon, seeming happy to see him. "Broooo! I di'n't recognize you for a sec!" he said happily, making Ororon smile. "Hey, Ifa, do you think you're about done drinking? You're giving Granny real competition," Ororon responded, making Ifa chuckle shyly, still clearly intoxicated. After settling the amount and adding it to Ifa's bill for the stay at the inn, Ororon brought Ifa back to his room. As he went to leave, Ifa clung tighter to his arm, a clear indicator of what he wanted.
Ororon knew Ifa was under severe stress from the Doctor, so how could he say no? After all, Ifa was a very clingy person when drunk.