its like qunari never born into the qun like a couple tal-vashoth sprout off a kid that kid is vashoth different thing - less shitty cause its not the kids fault its parents yknow tal-vashoth'd
[ And shockingly enough, this time she does make it to the bar in Nonah, no random magical spells, shapeshifts, animate toilets, memory swaps interfering this time. She won't say as much out loud, because that felt like tempting fate, but she will hang out at the bar itself, all too happy to chat with anyone already there while she waits for Bull.
She's not exactly the sort to tell stories to anyone who listens like certain dwarves, but there's plenty of other things to talk about. For the most part, she sticks to dogs, not magic or anything fantastical like, you know, dragons. ]
[Not long after Hawke arrives, the Bull himself saunters in. As usual, shirtless. But sporting worn white exercise pants with another ridiculous logo on the ass. He's a regular here, judging from the waves he gets. And the money passed to the bartender without a word.]
[He slides in beside Hawke, already nabbing the little bowl of peanuts. And shoots her a broad grin.]
Looks like nothing shitty happened this time. Go us.
[ Okay, Hawke is by no means the best when it comes to picking out clothing, except-- ]
Bull. This may come as hard to accept, but... I am not sure you should be allowed to buy your own clothing anymore.
[ Unless something shitty did happen on the way to the bar, but only to his pants. This said, of course, after a long moment of mildly puzzled staring. ]
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im doing the eyebrow wiggle at you right now
just so you know
eh
you ever hear the word 'vashoth' ? not like 'tal - vashoth' just that one all by itself
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what?
no little face to go with that one?
and no
I know tal-vashoth very well, but didn't know there was a non-tal version
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its like
qunari never born into the qun
like a couple tal-vashoth sprout off a kid
that kid is vashoth
different thing - less shitty cause its not the kids fault its parents
yknow
tal-vashoth'd
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and
so
normal
a normal kid
i thought that was bas???
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ok see thats where it gets
complicated and shit
because if it was a human im pretty sure it would be bas
but if it was a guy like me
yknow
horny
and all
its different
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you'd think i'd actually understand any of that
but no
apparently not as much as I like to think
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he wasnt the most informative guy
unless you wanted information on how fast hed kill you
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not as fast as he imagined
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wish i couldve seen it
sort of
guy was an asshole
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he had one expression
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'im an asshole ]>B('
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you aren't wrong
you know what
if they had sent you to get that book back instead
I think that entire mess probably would have been cleared up years sooner
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most guys in the antaam are kind of like that so im
sadly not surprised that went tits up
if i ever find some more time magic crap ill try to come rescue you yeah ?
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tsk tsk
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sorry
ill keep that in mind for the future
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so
do we want to try grabbing drinks again or do you think that'll only bring on another curse or spell gone wrong or whatever it was this time?
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hey its always worth a try
maybe this time itll be a fun thing like life not sucking
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that would be a nice change of pace
so same place, same time?
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pretty much die from happiness right there
same place same time
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[He slides in beside Hawke, already nabbing the little bowl of peanuts. And shoots her a broad grin.]
Looks like nothing shitty happened this time. Go us.
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Bull. This may come as hard to accept, but... I am not sure you should be allowed to buy your own clothing anymore.
[ Unless something shitty did happen on the way to the bar, but only to his pants. This said, of course, after a long moment of mildly puzzled staring. ]
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Why? What's wrong with my buns?
[... which just makes him laugh even harder. Like this is a fabulous joke he's just made up.]
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