On applications and...such.

[bitofanarse]

You are aware that most people consider me an absolute tit, and those are the people that actually like me, right?

I can't believe you think shoving me into some new places is actually going to do a lick of good.

And you know what? I'd actually like to get LAID at some point! The soldiers at Ostagar laughed at me! Tried to get me into bed with a pretty elf!

I DON'T want a pity shag, Makers breath.

I'm going to die a sodding virgin.

Maker I hate you.

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[daddyhawke]

[Oh. Well, he really didn't need to know that about his son, but that's okay! Here he is, ready to dispense some fatherly love and wisdom. And trolling.]

If you lay with a woman, be prepared to take responsibility should she have a child.

[A beat.] Unless you prefer to lay with a man -- not that there's anything wrong with that.

I laughed so hard

[bitofanarse]

*Oh Makers breath this was mortifying*

We are not having this conversation. Nope nope not having it...

[daddyhawke]

[There's a faint, bemused smile on his lips.] It's a fact of life, son. I'm glad I was able to have the talk with you before I fell ill.

[The smile fades. He's been told a bit of what's to come for his children.]

However, you shouldn't do something just because everyone else has. You should only be with someone when you're ready.

[bitofanarse]

Makers breath... *Carver is red and shuffling and bashful*

Look...Father I appreciate it...but I don't think you have to worry about my virtue...I don't exactly have anyone who thinks I'm worth it.

[daddyhawke]

I do. [Stern face.] So does your mother and your siblings. Never denigrate yourself, Carver.

[bitofanarse]

My siblings... *Carved snorts softly* whatever....I just won't be doing it anytime soon father...now...can we forget this mortifying moment ever happened?