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[fantachetic]

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[theirondragon]

Funny. You sort of strike me as more of a cat guy.

[ And there's a reason, Dorian. Go on. Ask him. ]

Hey, he could be. He could also be real good at juggling fire sticks. Who knows?

[ But it's clear from the expression and the tone, not only does he miss that guy, he just misses all of them. ]

[fantachetic]

Why do you think that? [ Fine, he'll bite. ]

With Grim? It's terribly difficult to say. Isn't he the one that's supposedly an Arl?

[theirondragon]

[ He chuckles before he looks over fondly. ] Because you really like attention, but you hate when people notice, and you'll do just about anything for anyone who pets you just right.

[ And he shrugs. ]

Maybe he is, or an emperor somewhere. He doesn't talk much.

[fantachetic]

[ Bull, why do you have to call him out like this? He huffs and ducks his head, but doesn't deny it. How can he? ]

I couldn't be surprised at this point.

[theirondragon]

[ He chuckles, because damn it, Dorian, you're adorable. ]

Hey, answer this one question and I'll let it go: does anybody else here do it right?

[fantachetic]

[ He sighs, sounding weary. ]

Some have gotten close, but not quite the way you do.

[theirondragon]

[ He can't help looking proud of that. There's something exceptionally ego buoying about being someone who pleasures a guy like Dorian better than anybody else has. ]

That's what I like to hear.

[ But since they're still flying... ]

Okay, so. If you could have have any pet, then, what would it be?

[fantachetic]

[ Bull should feel proud of that. It's not often that someone is able to make him feel the way that Bull does. ]

I've always been horribly fond of snakes.

[ Which is probably not all that surprising at all. ]

Although.. after travelling in the South, fennecs are rather endearing.

[theirondragon]

[ Yes Dorian, that's obvious to anyone. ]

Snakes are pretty bad ass. There are snakes in Par Vollen big enough to eat a mabari.

[ He smiles, though. Nothing makes the giant go from being excited about death to melting quickly that cute shit. ]

I know, right? They're fucking adorable.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian hums in response. His views on snakes are probably in the minority, but most things he believes tend to be. ] Yes, quite. I've always admired their capabilities, hiding behind their exterior.

[ Aaand he just shakes his head. ]

They're rather fearless for their size.

[theirondragon]

I just have to admire something so bent on living, it figured out how to crush its food with its own body. That's badass. Of course, there are some snakes with venom so creepy, it leaves you paralyzed but aware. Not saying the Ben-Hassrath never used it, either.

[ He smiles. ]

And adorable. Maybe they think their ears are intimidating.

[fantachetic]

Their sustainability is something to behold. Their digestion is so slow that they can go weeks without eating if their prey is large enough.

[ Okay that's...entirely enough about snakes. This is getting out of hand. ]

It's possible. The smallest creatures tend to think of themselves as the most intimidating. [ Take Dalish, for example. Super tiny, super spunky. ]

[theirondragon]

Which is also badass.

[ But yeah, moving on, with a glint of mischief in his eye. ]

Yeah, and sometimes they put a lot of effort into looking even more intimidating, even when they don't have to.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian raises an eyebrow at him. ]

Are you implying that I'm not intimidating?

[theirondragon]

[At that, he just raises an eyebrow, but there's a glint of mischief in that one eye of his.]

Oh, was that what you were going for?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian rolls his eyes, swatting Bull in the arm. ]

Hilarious, truly.

[theirondragon]

I know, right?

[But he's grinning as the shuttle docks, and, with a smile after they've disembarked, offers him his arm.]

Shall we?

[Yeah, it's kinda much, but this is for show, right?]

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian can't help but be entirely charmed by the situation, offering something of a smirk and slides his hand around Bull's arm. ]

We wouldn't want to be late. It's the height of bad etiquette.

[theirondragon]

[There was something really...nice about having Dorian, not just anyone, but Dorian attached to his arm, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what, but it was good.]

What? Worse than wearing the wrong color after dark?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian's fingers squeeze against the fabric covering Bull's arm, letting himself be led wherever they're headed. ]

Absolutely worse.

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles as he leads Dorian away from the docks.]

So "fashionably late's" not a thing, huh?

[fantachetic]

There is a difference between 'fashionably late' and 'late'. Besides, you miss the best gossip when you're late.

[theirondragon]

We're going to dinner, Dorian, not the Winter Palace.

[But he's smiling.]

[fantachetic]

Isn't that the same thing?? [ He's joking, but manages to look appalled at the distinction. ]

[theirondragon]

[He chuckles at that.] Last time I checked, nobody was walking around wearing stupid masks, so no.