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They're a little like the cars. But bigger. And -- best part is -- they fly.

[He's going to leave out the bit about no headroom. That sort of seemed like an Iron Bull problem, for the most part.]

[The enthusiasm in his voice sobers rapidly when he moves on to the next subject, however.]

Nah. Nothing that didn't heal. He apologized and all, afterward... but haven't seen him since then.

I half way feel like you're messing with me. Actual flight? That's just too incredible. [But he jests. Bull wouldn't lie to him.]

[Moving on he adopts a more serious tone as well.]

Good, good. I'm glad. ...Should one of us talk to him? I admit, considering his history with his father that makes me worried.

It is. You can go from one side of the country to the other in a few hours. I'm not shitting you. I did it once.

[And his friend had to coax him on with the promise of booze and Vegas showgirls, but OH WELL.]

Not sure. I'd say I would give it a try, but I was sort of the problem.

I have to try this. [It will take absolutely no coaxing with booze and show girls. ...though that would be an added bonus.]

And I don't know that he trusts me enough to actually give me any straight answers. [That makes their options pretty limited.]

Yes! Round up everyone, we'll go to Vegas!

[Iron Bull no.]

... Well shit. How many bees do you think it'd take to get Sera talking to him?

[Yes, he knows that is a bad plan, but at least it's a funny mental image right?]

I don't know what or where that is, but I'm in.

[Iron Bull yes.]

[And that mental image is indeed funny. It even gets a little laugh.] To talk to him seriously? Probably a whole hive. Usually those two just bicker.

It's this entire city, made of light. Lights. The fancy kind they have here. Lights, and drinks, and more dancers than you can meet in a month.

[Good. He was hoping he'd hear that laugh. Mission accomplished.]

Damn, well. There goes bribery. Maybe just keep an eye on him. See if he comes around on his own.

That sounds like my kind of city, many times over. You've been, I take it?

[Bull has a point about giving Dorian space, but... !!! He kind of just wants to whine like a child about wanting his friends to talk to him. ...he's not going to. But he wants to!]

You're probably right. You're always right. Or maybe not always. But often enough that I might resent you a little bit for it. Maybe.

Oh, damn right. Friend of mine took me out there a while back -- Ramir's her name, in case you run into her.

[He snorts.]

You want me to pick the big dumb mercenary act back up again? Just to make you feel better?

I'll keep her name in mind. "Any friend of yours", and all that.

[With a much more exuberant laugh than before:] Never. Despite that, I think I like big smart secretly-a-softie Bull much better.

Hey, and while we're at it -- you should meet the guys in my house. Well, the guy. And the kids.

[Iron Bull the parent. Dear God.]

Aw, come on, you're ruining my image here, boss.

Kids? You live with kids? And you're accusing me of ruining your image?

Hey, just one actual kid! The other two are teenagers.

... okay, three kids, two teenagers.

How did you go from one kid to three?

Okay, so. One of these kids lives with us. The other two live with their uncle, but they're our kid's best friends. Or something. So they end up over at our place all the time.

Basically ours.

"Ours"? That's adorable, Bull. You sound like a proud mom.

I'd love to meet your children.

Oh come on, Boss. Don't -- cut it out.

No, this is too cute.

Do you ever give them piggybacks? I bet it would make them feel so tall.

Oh for fuck's sake...

No. I'm the Iron fucking Bull. I don't do cute shit.

[That's a lie. He totally does. All the time.]

Oh, right. Of course you don't. How could I ever possibly think that?

[Yeah, he's not buying it. Cutie.]

Okay, okay, sheesh, don't fucking spread it around.

Your secret is safe with me, I promise.

Okay. Good.

... but if you need somewhere to crash for a while, boss, we've already got plenty of people coming and going. One more won't hurt.

I'd love to take you up on that invitation, but it might have to wait until I've gotten settled into my place.

Speaking of, which city are you in, Bull?

Oh, right. That's a thing.

Uhh... Nonah. House number 5. You can tell by the number of cats wandering around.

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