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[festooned]

I can hear you squealing like some untamed teenager while playing, Mun. Don't think that it eludes me because that kind of noise is hard to ignore.

Yes, yes, I know you have a thing for accents, but honestly, how many times must you make me adventure to a certain point before starting over again.

Honestly, woman, do make up your mind on what you wish to do with me.

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[festooned]

( maker knows she tries to hold in the laugh but fails miserably. she's laughing so hard that she's bent over, holding her stomach, and rubbing at her eyes with one hand.

it takes a good minute or two for her to actually calm herself down. ) Oh, stop it...

Thank the Maker I don't wear plate mail or this would be most uncomfortable.

[birdhousesoul]

[Triumphant. With that little smirk.]

You can see it, can't you? In your mind's eye. Hubert in his freshest pink doublet, pressed against Sebastian's gleaming white breastplate, the two of them cooing to one another in their respectively accented tongues. Quoting the vaguely naughty bits that pop up in the Chant here and there.

[festooned]

I can see you've been hanging around Varric too long since you have put way too much thought into this. Now I'm going to have nightmares when I can finally fall asleep.

Thankfully I have Barkspawn to keep me company in that lonely bed of mine.

[birdhousesoul]

Oh, I haven't even begun to put thought into it. This is pure improvisation. I can be fairly creative.

Not that you'll ever have occasion to learn just how creative, in that lonely bed of yours, as you so aptly put it.

[festooned]

Why waste your creativity on Sebastian and Hubert when you can put it to better use with me?

[birdhousesoul]

Now you're just teasing me. I warn you, you stand in risk of imminent face attack.

[festooned]

I just might counter attack.