Hey, you know me. I'm Qunari, we're all about casual.
[Hah. You know, one of these days, he's going to stop living up to that name. To Hissrad. It'd be nice.]
[He nods, though, in understanding, his tone shifting to something more serious. And, more importantly, honest.] I didn't figure you for the kind of person who did. I take that seriously.
Which is why I figure... it's best to ask you what you want out of this. Me? I'm the Iron Bull -- casual doesn't bother me any. [There's a hesitation. Sharpened teeth pricking at a lip.]
[Neither does serious is what he wants to say. But that is the problem, isn't it? Because the last time anything got serious, it might as well have scarred as bad as his eye. Because the last time it went beyond a few fun nights, an unopened box wrapped in red paper got buried in the back of his closet.]
[He shakes his head, instead. He knows all the things he should say. That it was nice to just see the great Inquisitor unwind, that it was good to be wit someone from home, and he wants to help in the only way the Iron Bull knows how.]
You'd like it.
But what do you want, boss?
[Because, maybe, in some way, he'd finally fucking figure out what he wants, in return.]
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[Hah. You know, one of these days, he's going to stop living up to that name. To Hissrad. It'd be nice.]
[He nods, though, in understanding, his tone shifting to something more serious. And, more importantly, honest.] I didn't figure you for the kind of person who did. I take that seriously.
Which is why I figure... it's best to ask you what you want out of this. Me? I'm the Iron Bull -- casual doesn't bother me any. [There's a hesitation. Sharpened teeth pricking at a lip.]
[Neither does serious is what he wants to say. But that is the problem, isn't it? Because the last time anything got serious, it might as well have scarred as bad as his eye. Because the last time it went beyond a few fun nights, an unopened box wrapped in red paper got buried in the back of his closet.]
[He shakes his head, instead. He knows all the things he should say. That it was nice to just see the great Inquisitor unwind, that it was good to be wit someone from home, and he wants to help in the only way the Iron Bull knows how.]
You'd like it.
But what do you want, boss?
[Because, maybe, in some way, he'd finally fucking figure out what he wants, in return.]