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[rideme]

"You've got the Iron Bull here. I'm listening.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

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[rideme]

Probably. But there's a park on the way here -- can't give the kids an eyeful just yet. Also, I'm not allowed in here without pants.

[Said like someone who may have tried this on at least one occasion.]

[whathawksdo]

Have you considered very short shorts?

[ Technically counting as pants! ]

[rideme]

Got 'em.

Or I did. Kaneda might have set fire to them recently.

[whathawksdo]

Set fire to them... Does he normally burn your clothing, Bull?

[rideme]

Ask my last three "sun's out buns out" pairs of shorts.

[whathawksdo]

Hmm. I'm sensing some jealousy from him.

[ Or common sense in getting rid of such terrible clothes, but Hawke's not going to give Kaneda that much. ]

[rideme]

Oh, you think?

[He's cackling at that, however, and gesturing to the bartender for a drink.]

[whathawksdo]

Of course. He's still too young and scrawny to pull of the same look.

[ And since they're getting the bartender, she may as well put in another beer request herself. ]

[rideme]

Don't let him hear you say that. He'll pull his shirt off and flex right there.

[He'll even be a gentleman and pass her order down to her when it's set on the bar.]

[whathawksdo]

And then I would have to laugh at him, the poor lad.

[rideme]

Aw, don't laugh too hard. You'll crush him.