SCAWWY 😱 hawke

[concoctive]

I need to give you a govt assigned flower with medicinal uses so I can make a pretty post for you but it's Friday night we all know what we're here for

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wk 3; saturday

[concoctive]

Y'know, at least you're not bleedin' out lethally this time I come to find you.

[ alfyn will announce himself as he comes to collect hawke, reaching to rub ser snuffles on the head before the hand comes up to take her by the elbow. ]

C'mon, you. Time to go sit down for a long while, maybe have another shitty beer, listen to me cry some more, and we can both tell this place to go to hell for a while.

[quirkwall]

Perhaps I should have tried a little harder.

[ it's meant to be teasingly, but hawke just sounds miserable instead. haha, a little to real there, hawke ]

Maker. I could use a few more horrific beers.

[concoctive]

Think that's enough of that for today. Save it for next Saturday, would ya?

[ he lifts her arm up over his shoulders, bowing forward to adjust for their height difference. ]

I've got more in the theater. Took as many as I could before we lost 'em.

[quirkwall]

[ she ughs gently ]

This place is making me horrily maudlin.

[ maybe she should have become a cold hearted paladin when she grew up after all ]

[concoctive]

Think it's doin' that to a lot of us. Would you believe I'm an optimist?

[ this is a shit joke. but he'll make his way over to the theater so he can ply her with more alcohol and maybe cry in peace with her and ser snuffles. ]

[quirkwall]

On a good day, so am I.

[ it, however, has not been a good day in many days. whomp. ]

Perhaps a bit more of a cynic now given frankly everything.

[ at least terrible beer, good company, and some well deserved dog therapy will help ]