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[hawkejunior]

Andraste's ass, you're already getting me in up to my ears, aren't you?

Can't you just let things develop on their own? My life's enough of a mess without you running here and there and making it even worse. The taint, those "dinosaur" things and now blood magic?

Well. At the very least I'll be able to keep an eye on Garrett.



... No, that doesn't make me feel any better about it, thank you very much.

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[septim]

Blood magic? There's no blood magic that I know of.

[hawkejunior]

Well, that's for the better then, isn't it?

[septim]

[ Why are you such a tit, Carver? The sarcasm wasn't needed. Martin crosses his arms. ] You spoke as if there were blood magic in this realm.

[hawkejunior]

[... umm....]

There isn't.

[til]

Your mun really isn't giving much of a chance to enjoy yourself. [She feels for you, Carver.] Is Garrett a friend of yours?

[septim]

[ Martin exhales, relieved. ] Well, that's good. I'd hate to fight a necromancer...I mean, blood mage.

[hawkejunior]

[... Hey, pretty girl. He coughs.]

If only. You can ditch friends. He's my brother.

[hawkejunior]

Yes. Right. They're awful to fight. Don't blame you there.

[til]

[A small smile.] No, you definitely can't choose your family. It's lucky that you get to see one another, though.

[hawkejunior]

I suppose it is. On some level. [He's more trouble than he's worth half the time but yes, he supposes it is nice that he's not dead.

Yet. Give Carver five minutes.]

[withmyhawkeout]

Keep an eye on me? What's that now?

[hawkejunior]

Oh, please. What do you think I've been doing from the moment I was strong enough to pick up a sword?

[withmyhawkeout]

Carver, the first sword you picked up was a cloth one Bethany had made for you. You were one and a bit fat if I do so say myself.

[hawkejunior]

A real one, ass.

And I was not fat.

[til]

I'd like to see my family. [Said wistfully and quiet.] Even if they were difficult to deal with.

[withmyhawkeout]

Oh, well, you should have said.

You were! It was cute. All the old women in the village we lived in then came over to pinch your cheeks and look you over. Bethany and I got so jealous that we lit the waste pile on fire by accident.

[hawkejunior]

Stop making things up! Bethany couldn't light fires when she was one.

And anyway, stop changing the subject!

[withmyhawkeout]

Well, when I say 'we', I mean, I was playing with her and we sort of.... [he scratches his beard.] You know how when mages work together as adults, it's for some spectacular feat? As it turns out, it's not quite as interesting when they're young.

Ah, yes, what were we talking about? Your baby fat!

[hawkejunior]

Bullshit!

And we were talking about you and how you can't stop dragging me into trouble on your behalf, even now!

[hawkejunior]

Ah-

[Well, now he feels like shit.]

If only it were so easy... right?

[withmyhawkeout]

It's true! She was always very talented. [more so than him, he thinks, but says nothing more.]

What trouble? I distinctly seem to be lacking in trouble right now.

[hawkejunior]

I'm not arguing about that, I'm arguing- you know what, forget it. We weren't even talking about that!

The mun told me.

[withmyhawkeout]

I thought we were. [he's all innocence.]

Well, how nice for her. My mun doesn't say a damned thing to me, except to laugh in a vaguely mad way now and then, so you must feel very special. [... he doesn't want to get scolded, so he stalls.]

[hawkejunior]

That's because you're a loon and you don't listen to me.

[He huffs.] I know when you're bloody lying, Garrett. I'm your brother.

[withmyhawkeout]

I'm not a loon. Father always said I just had a very interesting way of looking at things.

[more beard-ruffling.] I'm not lying, she doesn't say a thing. It's a bit odd. I think she might have some kind of non-speaking disease, what do you think?