On the mun finally beating DA2. Finally! and icon-scouring.

[silenceissilver]

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*He frowns in disapproval. Why is she going to the lengths to get him a "pb" he doesn't know. How strange. She just beat the game, and now is trying him out? She hasn't even restarted the game for more than 2 hours with a far chattier "him".

*He tugs up the tall neck of his tunic a bit more, hunkering his shoulders a bit. Maybe he can just wait this out....*

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[vishante]

[Utter confusion, all mustered in one suspicious little stare. Fenris blinks, certain to be mistaken, and then he squints and he squints again, drumming the tip of his gauntleted fingers upon his chin.

No offense, but...] ...Hawke? [You seem so different.]

[silenceissilver]

*Hawke tilts his head slightly at the response, then huffs slightly through his nose. Ah, the problem...

*He straightens up a little, though he looks uncertain of using this posture - as if it isn't even his - and then tugs the neck of his tunic down, revealing some very ugly scarring along his throat, as well as a distinctive brand of ownership. He purses his lips slightly, then shakes his head, quickly covering it back up and retreating into that posture that makes it seem like he doesn't want to be seen. And yet, his expression is plain and open in terms of what he wants. Or at least, he hopes it gets across: he doesn't want Fenris to leave.*

[vishante]

[What in the...? The silence he's offered does very little to reassure him, and he frowns on a rush of annoyance, perplexed by the sight he's given. He recognizes the stance and the expression is all too familiar to him, and it angers him in an odd sort of bewilderment because this has no place to be.

So he groans, glaring in the man's direction—whoever he truly is.] What is the meaning of this? Speak!

[silenceissilver]

*Hawke scowls and steps a little closer. When he speaks, no sound comes out other than an odd rasping noise, even though his mouth and tongue attempt to form words. It's the kind of noise one can make without vibrating their vocal cords. He'd like to speak, but he can't, thank you very much!

*His expression then tugs to a mildly pleading look, though exasperated. Come on, throw him a damn bone here and give him yes or no questions!*