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[fantachetic]

[ Like Bull said, at least they're short if he does dislike them. Not that he would put it down until it was finished. He can hardly criticize something properly if he doesn't read it thoroughly now, can he? By the time the Iron Bull gets to the First Breath, Dorian is in the cargo bay. At the very least, he's presentable. Nothing horribly complex, but fashionable at the very least. ]

Adjusting well enough?

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[theirondragon]

[Bull doesn't try to hide his appreciative assessment of Dorian (but when has he ever?) when he walks up, wearing something he picked up planetside, opened because his chest is large and shirts are restrictive. He does notice Dorian looks a little tired, but honestly, he looks that way half the time, anyway.]

I haven't broken anything yet, if that's what you mean. [He smirks.] Nice pants.

[He's wearing his pants. With that shirt. Because he's classy.]

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[ If Bull is showing his appreciation, Dorian is doing the exact opposite. He's fairly certain he's experiencing some sort of brain trauma just by looking at Bull in this moment. His expression is certainly one of offence. ]

Sweet Maker, Bull, what are you wearing? Did you happen to fall blindly int Sera's wardrobe?

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[Bull laughs, looking down at himself before pulling the books he'd brought out of his pocket. They were small paperbacks. He has big pockets. Deal with it.]

What? I like this shirt, and these are the only pants I have that fit.

[He shrugs.]

I could wear that orange jumpsuit, I guess, but wouldn't that be worse?

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The orange might have been less offensive to every sense with that shirt than what you're currently wearing.

[ Ugh, this is dreadful, he has to look away. Thankfully he can look at Bull's face and the problem is momentarily solved. ]

I'm surprised you even found one that fits.

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[He chuckles.] I'll remember that for next time. [Oh yes, he will.

But he spreads his arms wide, because he can, because it does fit.]

I know, right? Why do you think I bought ten?

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Someone clearly robbed you blind.

[theirondragon]

[He chuckled, shaking his head.]

Hey, I like them, remember? [And a shrug.] They came in pretty colors.

[The shuttles are so small, and this place is bigger than his own ship. That's annoying.]

So, I'm a guest, right? Aren't you supposed to offer me something to drink or something?

[fantachetic]

[ Maker preserve him. ]

I suppose you're a guest by extension, though I'm loathe to offer you anything substandard from the kitchens. Will a passable brandy suffice?

[theirondragon]

[He raises an eyebrow.] "By extension?" You're too kind.

[And he shakes his head, chuckling.] Brandy works.

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We're technically all guests to the Fleet, are we not? None of us are what we would consider local.

[ He leads Bull to his room. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it definitely speaks that Dorian lives there. If his desk is anything to go by with the notes and books scattered about. Dorian motions to the bed and digs around in his closet for the bottle of brandy. ]

Make yourself comfortable.

[theirondragon]

[Bull wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't being led to Dorian's room. And that's clearly where they were. It looked like his little nook in the library back in Skyhold, only more disorganized, if that was possible. He takes a careful seat on Dorian's bed. Maybe, this was...way nicer than his bunk.]

Don't mind if I do. You've got a nice bed, Dorian. I'm almost jealous.

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[ Of course he wasn't going to take their drinking to the communal areas. He's not familiar enough with any of his crew to allow them to see him in any other state than immaculate. Particularly if the drinking gets excessive- which it might with the Bull. When Dorian stands back up, he has half a bottle of brandy and two glasses. Misery loves company, right?

He hums, pouring them each a glass before handing one to Bull. ]

Only passable due to the blankets and pillows I've picked up at various planets.

[theirondragon]

[Aside from the brandy, it's a shame he stood back up. Dorian's backside's as attractive as the rest of him.

Smiling, Bull takes the offered glass.]

Go figure, you'd say that. Whoever do you get to turn down your bedclothes, anyway?

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I will have you know I am fully capable of turning down my own bedclothes. Who do you think did it for me in Skyhold?

[ Dorian makes himself as comfortable as he can at the rolling chair at his desk, turned toward Bull. ]

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I can't say I ever really thought about it.

[And he stretches, because there's just a lot more room in this room.]

Not that I didn't think about what your bedroom might look like.

[And look, Dorian. He even knows how to hold a brandy snifter properly.]

[fantachetic]

[ He's pleasantly surprised by that bit of information, and a smile pulls the corners of his mouth upward. The response about his bedroom has his eyebrow quirking, though. ]

Is that so? Tell me, is it everything you imagined?

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Nah. [He smirks playfully, taking a sip of the brandy before responding further. It was good brandy, but given who gave it to him, he would've been shocked if it wasn't.]

I think you're missing at least six pillows.

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Maker, isn't there a truth to that?? I've been having a rather difficult time finding anything that isn't artificially stuffed with something. Don't any of these places realize the value of a decent feather pillow?

[theirondragon]

[You know, whether or not Dorian realizes that Bull was teasing him doesn't matter. He's cute when he gets all animated. He chuckles, rolling his shoulder in a shrug.]

I don't know, big guy. I guess it's hard to find people with good taste. [He takes another sip from the brandy snifter, though, and actually sniffs it, because that's what you do with brandy.] This though...this is good shit.

[fantachetic]

[ Sure, he knows Bull is teasing him, but he brings up a valid point in doing it, so Bull has to suffer for it. Dorian hums in agreement, sipping at his brandy. Finding people with taste is so difficult, and of everyone from Thedas, at least Riona has a bit of sophistication about her. ]

I'm glad you enjoy it. It's not often I get to pull it out for guests.

[theirondragon]

[As much shit as he gives Dorian, he can't say the guy doesn't have style or taste, and unlike a lot of frumpy nobles, it doesn't come off as fake with Dorian. That's actually part of the guy's appeal. Sure, he whines, and he's particular, uppity, and a little dainty, but it's honest. All that shit? It's just who Dorian is, but it's only part of who Dorian is. He's also a hard-ass with impossibly high standards and a sense of morality that a lot of people couldn't dream of, and that's not just naivety. It was just...him.]

Now I'm your guest, huh? I thought we are all guests or whatever.

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[ Dorian huffs, looking annoyed. ] I only meant that I typically don't share.

[ Much of anything, really. With anyone. He only feels close enough to a small number of people enough to trust them with his things that he's worked hard for. ]

[theirondragon]

[Bull chuckles, smirking.] Is that right? So, I guess I should feel special then, huh?

[But he does reach into the very large pockets of those pants of his and produce the books, which are the reason he flew over here in the first place.]

I guess it's good one of us does, then.

[fantachetic]

Ah! [ He'd almost forgotten that was why Bull even came over, and Dorian is quick to take them in hand. Choosing one of them, he reads the synopsis on the back before flipping to the first page.

Yes. He's going to start reading right now. Don't judge him. ]