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[superhell pcs] w3 curfew
shitpost later maybe
[He gives a ??? look from where he's still jiggling the handle of the obviously-locked door.]
Right now your calling and purpose is to get warm and conserve your strength.
[damn that sure is a Dad Voice™ that just came out of his mouth without meaning to. blame all the memshares he's had this week.]
...Not that you need do much conserving, being possessed of an excess of it as you are.
[damn that sure is a Dad Voice™ that just came out of his mouth without meaning to. blame all the memshares he's had this week.]
...Not that you need do much conserving, being possessed of an excess of it as you are.
Salud.
[No contest. He does not trifle with elves as they are far too inclined to metamorphose into Fucking Elves™ on a moment's notice. Down the hatch it goes.]
Mm. I daresay this could rival a dwarven espresso con panna.
[He says that like it's a compliment, but who the fuck knows how WOW elves feel about dwarves.]
[No contest. He does not trifle with elves as they are far too inclined to metamorphose into Fucking Elves™ on a moment's notice. Down the hatch it goes.]
Mm. I daresay this could rival a dwarven espresso con panna.
[He says that like it's a compliment, but who the fuck knows how WOW elves feel about dwarves.]
You need tendons in hell, you creep, keep your flesh where it is.
No.
[her voice is curt, clipped, but.
she gets he's trying to help, so.]
... It's fine. Thanks. I don't need anything.
[her voice is curt, clipped, but.
she gets he's trying to help, so.]
... It's fine. Thanks. I don't need anything.
She'll be fine, or else.
[gideon says, in a clipped tone.] I don't need anything. She's got what she needs.
[gideon says, in a clipped tone.] I don't need anything. She's got what she needs.
[she has never heard a dad voice in her life doesn't recognize it. she has to look away.]
I think I am incapable of getting warm due to the side effects of a cursed magical artifact.
I think I am incapable of getting warm due to the side effects of a cursed magical artifact.
I didn't say I wouldn't have tendons. I can encase them in bone.
Well, yeah. There's only so many of us here, we're bound to get to know each other eventually, yeah?
In any case, he's the one who picked out the outfit I wore on Tuesday too.
In any case, he's the one who picked out the outfit I wore on Tuesday too.
[for a second she almost hesitates. and then she takes the drink and holds it.
absolutely nobody can be nice to her right now or she'll lose it, thanks]
Mmf.
absolutely nobody can be nice to her right now or she'll lose it, thanks]
Mmf.
[gosh calm down griddle :( ]
...For now. We will see what Bloody Mary says of it.
...For now. We will see what Bloody Mary says of it.
[no!!! not affection!!! her expression wobbles just once.
the next time he comes around she yanks on the bit of the bottom of his coat she can reach]
the next time he comes around she yanks on the bit of the bottom of his coat she can reach]
A crown. But the curse has broken; I have returned to my senses. It merely lingers.
[she does admire his attitude towards curse breaking, however.]
[she does admire his attitude towards curse breaking, however.]
[we'll pretend this is when he's still wearing it before he dumps it on harrow to help her keep warm]
Something to drink, Nav?
[this is an open invitation for her to tell her whatever she wants, and luckily they've spent enough time together that she probably speaks fairly fluent Thancred by now, so]
Something to drink, Nav?
[this is an open invitation for her to tell her whatever she wants, and luckily they've spent enough time together that she probably speaks fairly fluent Thancred by now, so]
[she nods back, because at the very bare minimum she can be that nice. poor rynlan is doing his best.]
...Zel, are you okay? I remember speaking to you on Tuesday.
[oops, timelines. but she just huffs:]
Not unless there's sugar hiding somewhere. Coffee tastes like ass. [...] Sit down, you're making my skin itch.
Not unless there's sugar hiding somewhere. Coffee tastes like ass. [...] Sit down, you're making my skin itch.
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