Mun replaying the game

[mindblast]

Awww. You can tell under all that angry name calling and glowy accusations, they're really telling each other what an awesome friend they are to one another.

[That's what he tells himself whenever Anders and Fenris bicker anyway. Or any of his bickering companions for that matter. He has since learned to just listen and keep on walking.]

So that's how my back looks when I walk. Look at those swaying hips go!

[Well, most of the time he's listening.]

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[cunningdoll]

That's an interesting way of looking at it.

*...Eyeing his hips, though.*

[mindblast]

As long as they don't literally go at each other's throats.

[Okay, enough about those two.]

Can I help you with something? Though I wouldn't be surprised if I had no choice in the matter. [It's always about saving the world…]

[cunningdoll]

*Haruki grimaces.*

Eh. No, nothing like that. My mun just happened to say "Oh there's Hawke! Go and bug him, Haruki. Maybe he'd like the company." That's all there was to it. So here I am.

[mindblast]

Ah, the price of being famous. [Hawke says while giving his chin a single brush with his thumb.]

But what sort of "company" are you referring to? I know several different kinds and a few of them end up with dead bodies.

[cunningdoll]

She meant it in the term of companionship. Like how we're talking now. I'm not here to start shit. Even I can tell when someone knows how to kick some ass.

Hope you don't mind being flirted with, though. If I think of something good, I'm bound to let it fly more often than not.

[dreadwolves]

[And yet here Fenris is thinking that Hawke better not be talking about he and Anders. "Awesome friend", blegh.]

[Dryly, with a touch of amusement.] And now you're aware why we follow you into the heart of the most ridiculous situations, Hawke.

[mindblast]

[THE BEST OF FRIENDS]

If I had known that it was my hips that can do that [forget the interpersonal bonding], I probably would've had a better chance of fixing up the problems between mages and templars. [Hawke smirks at Fenris, knowing that he would stare at him every now and then, especially with his back turned. Merrill did say something about...]

Puppy eyes. You've given me puppy eyes behind my back?

[dreadwolves]

[NO.

Fenris's amusement quickly morphs into indignation, arms crossing and his tone becoming rather defensive.]

I do no such thing.

[Gdi, Merrill for ratting him out.]

[mindblast]

[Fenris's scowl is countered by Hawke's grin, as usual.] I have reliable sources that tell me otherwise. [Fenris is the only one in the universe who can go from an angry glowing hamster to a doe-eyed puppy. Hawke is totally okay with that.]

[dreadwolves]

["Sources" indeed...]

I would hardly even consider those sources "reliable", Hawke.

[It's a special talent that not even he is aware he has. In fact he will vehemently deny it forever.]

hello from a hundred years later c':

[mindblast]

Have I ever told you how much I like it when the tip of your ears turn red? They go quite well with your cheeks.

[He's being quite the ass, but a charming one! Really, he's making the most of this moment they have right now. ] And maybe you're right. Merrill, Isabela and Varric might just be pulling my leg.

hello from TWO hundred years later!!

[dreadwolves]

[Yes make the most of making Fenris' ears turn red while you can, Hawke. He is SO not going to dignify that with a response.]

And they haven't before?

[Well maybe not Merrill but, shhh.]