So long as that colour isn't blood red or the colours corpses go. [Mal knows all the same shades, same as Asher, same as any of them in particular lines of work.] You know, last time? Last time that didn't pan out too fuckin' well for them. Lot of exile. Lot of things going tits up
Me? I'm grand. Up and about, getting in trouble, seeing men about goats, keeping dwarves out of mischief, not bleeding all over everything.
Look if we're getting specific about it, I'm throwing a goat at Hercules Hansen. He'll just happen to be in the camp when I do it. And I might need a plurality of goats to accomplish it.
[Herc deserves to have goats thrown at him. That's all the reason Asher needs.]
Don't go getting your knickers in a twist, I haven't got the goats yet, still haggling and that takes time when I'm up here and the men with the goats are down there and Liadan keeps saying why not rams Asher. You'd back me up right, a ram isn't the same as a goat.
Well that makes it all right and shiny now, don't it?
[ He might actually hit the guy, there might be a brawl, reasons for him to be involved, Asher, not hear about it after the fact. ]
Rams ain't near as easily thrown. All forward heavy, gotta get a better swing on 'em to get any kinda distance and they don't land near as funny as a goat. Everyone knows that.
He's going to throw eclairs back, we know my opinions on poncy pastries.
[Asher hates pastries. He is a meat man. Fuck off with your frilly cakes and creams. He should possibly mention that Herc is boning - oh hang on Asher has to laugh because that's fucking hysterical brain you're so funny - Benevenuta. You know a Nevarran. Nevarran nobility. Mortalitasi. Even Asher gets respectful then.
The laughing does make him cough but people cough when they have a laughing fit like that, and he pounds his chest a few times to clear it.
Boning. Oh that's good. He needs to tell Herc that one.]
Right? She just sat and looked at me like I was growing a head out either shoulder and probably another six out my arse or something, like she can talk she's from Kirkwall and they were always doing weird demon shit in Kirkwall back when Tevinter decided to rub their collective dicks all over it.
[ He can't reach through and pat Asher on the back but he can frown something fierce from his side- Asher's supposedly doing better but- he worries. Li'l more than he thought with that cough lingering. ]
Just make sure I'm about for the goat toss'n. I wanna see his face.
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Me? I'm grand. Up and about, getting in trouble, seeing men about goats, keeping dwarves out of mischief, not bleeding all over everything.
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[ Because that would be just like him. ]
Save that shit for when I can watch you do it and laugh at their faces.
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[Herc deserves to have goats thrown at him. That's all the reason Asher needs.]
Don't go getting your knickers in a twist, I haven't got the goats yet, still haggling and that takes time when I'm up here and the men with the goats are down there and Liadan keeps saying why not rams Asher. You'd back me up right, a ram isn't the same as a goat.
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[ He might actually hit the guy, there might be a brawl, reasons for him to be involved, Asher, not hear about it after the fact. ]
Rams ain't near as easily thrown. All forward heavy, gotta get a better swing on 'em to get any kinda distance and they don't land near as funny as a goat. Everyone knows that.
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[Asher hates pastries. He is a meat man. Fuck off with your frilly cakes and creams. He should possibly mention that Herc is boning - oh hang on Asher has to laugh because that's fucking hysterical brain you're so funny - Benevenuta. You know a Nevarran. Nevarran nobility. Mortalitasi. Even Asher gets respectful then.
The laughing does make him cough but people cough when they have a laughing fit like that, and he pounds his chest a few times to clear it.
Boning. Oh that's good. He needs to tell Herc that one.]
Right? She just sat and looked at me like I was growing a head out either shoulder and probably another six out my arse or something, like she can talk she's from Kirkwall and they were always doing weird demon shit in Kirkwall back when Tevinter decided to rub their collective dicks all over it.
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[ He can't reach through and pat Asher on the back but he can frown something fierce from his side- Asher's supposedly doing better but- he worries. Li'l more than he thought with that cough lingering. ]
Just make sure I'm about for the goat toss'n. I wanna see his face.