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[canavarum]

Who: Fenris [canavarum] and Zevran Arainai [bloodyantivan]
When: After this thread; Mid-afternoon.
Where: Thedaspartment, ninth sector.
Summary: If it were up to Fenris, he wouldn't ask anyone to help him write a thank-you note. But here he is, asking someone to help him write a thank-you note.
Warnings: Does Zevran Arainai count as a warning?


[Fenris is pacing. He's a bit nervous, and that's translating very quickly into agitation - mostly at himself, and a little at the wailing car alarm off in the distance. He needs something to do, but seeing as he cannot just go along with Hawke to fight some spiders or something, pacing will have to do.

He wonders if he can find a sparring partner, someone with an equally large sword. Hmm.

But, really, he has not told anyone of his particularly-- deficiency. No one other than Hawke, at least, and despite saying the Book of Shartan would have been a good start to learning, he never really did. He'd asked Sebastian for assistance occasionally, and he could make out letters. But that was about it.

He considers canceling, considers just going down to the Re-l's office and thank her personally. It's always been enough for him in the past, that particular expression of gratitude. But somehow it does not feel enough. He'd seen the price tags on furniture. The chair she had sent him - and just for him - surely cost a hefty amount of coin.

Dollars.

Whatever.

And so he waits. Pacing. Twitching.]

[ooc | Wasn't sure if you'd prefer action or prose bb so I just...did both kinda haha.]

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[canavarum]

[FENRIS SMIRKS.]

You certainly know how to make me smile, Zevran.

[bloodyantivan]

Have I ever told you about my first solo mark? That's sure to keep that gorgeous smile on your face even longer. [Zevran tells him the story of the mage woman in the carriage, how she nearly convinced him to spare her life but she fortuitously fell out a carriage and broke her neck.

It's a good story with the right amount of exaggeration and comedic pauses. He has no doubt Fenris will find it amusing.]

[canavarum]

[Fenris does indeed find it amusing, and the easy smile on his face demonstrates that. He even chuckles.]

It appears you have both luck and fate on your side as well as skill. A deadly combination.

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran purposefully leaves out any opinions he has on mages to make sure the story remains on-task and entertaining. He happens to agree with Anders about the plight of mages, actually - but he's killed plenty on his job. A mage is still a person who dies like any other. They deserve the right to live their lives and die at the hands of the quick and the gorgeous.

The Quick And The Gorgeous. Sounds like one of those funny moving picture shows, one with a man with a gun.

Instead, Zevran's more than happy to boast about himself.]

Indeed so! One of the women in the whorehouse was a fortune teller. She said I was destined to live a long, full life. She was just as surprised as I was.

[canavarum]

I can see that. You're certainly skilled, I would not want to be on the other end of your blade if I can help it.

[Despite being a warrior with a shit ton of health and fortitude... rogues know how to deal a lot of damage in one or two quick hits.]

[bloodyantivan]

Tsk. And here I was going to ask you to spar.

[All an excuse to potentially get shirtless, of course.]

[canavarum]

A spar?

[He...does not engage in those often. But the idea is appealing.]

Then perhaps I should amend my statement.

[bloodyantivan]

I promise I won't used poisoned blades. [A wide grin.] A wonderful red bird showed me an excellent practice space.

[canavarum]

How reassuring.

[But he is smirking at the prospect.]

Very well, then. I suppose it has been a while since I last had to draw my blade.

[bloodyantivan]

We should make this a regular thing. [Almost like these 'dates' people in the city seem a bit obsessed with. What exactly is a date aside from a fruit? Since when is meeting your paramour-to-be in a tavern not enough?]

A little writing or reading lesson, and a practice session to blow off steam.

[Zevran has no doubt that at some point the frustration may be as such that Fenris will want to try and beat the hell out of Zevran in a fight. He might have to let him win a little.]

[canavarum]

It would be beneficial for the both of us.

[...Fenris clears his throat. He has no doubt that he'll want to flip a bookshelf when the writing and reading lessons begin. He's not... the most patient of people.]

And perhaps-- even fun.

[Yes. FENRIS KNOWS WHAT FUN IS.]

[bloodyantivan]

And if we get you used to that sort of fun, who knows what other sorts of possibilities may open up for you. [Zevran can't resist a little innuendo. He's pleased, though, that Fenris is warming up to him. Now if he can keep he powderkeg that is Fenris and Anders from exploding in his face (not that he'd mind them exploding in his face given the correct circumstances, but none of these involved anyone getting electrocuted or having their heart ripped out), he'd have this whole situation just about figured out.]

[canavarum]

[This man is even more opportunistic than Isabela, he has to say. But at this point it's pretty par for course, and he's just sort of accepted it as part of Zevran's personality. He doesn't think the flattery is serious anymore. Zevran is just being himself, surely.]

At this rate, I may well be on my way to taking up knitting.

[bloodyantivan]

Ah, yes. We are in short supply of fuzzy knee socks and tea cozies. I support this decision.

[canavarum]

My first project will be in your honor.

[See? Fenris can joke around...!]

[bloodyantivan]

I prefer designs with little skulls. That seems to be quite the fashion around here. [He leans in with interest.] And my favorite color is deep, royal red. Though I look just as fine in green.

In return, I suppose I could take up quilting. We would be oppositely matched - you wielding two needles, and me only wielding one.

[canavarum]

[A soft laugh.]

I imagine we already give a strange impression of elves to the humans here. Do we truly need to misconstrue it further?

[bloodyantivan]

Do I seem as if I care what the humans here think of me? [Well, maybe he seems as if he cares a little, since he's adopted their manner of dress.]

[canavarum]

Hmm. A fair point. A matched set it is, then.

[It's been a while since Fenris has felt... relaxed. He's only ever felt like this around the rogues, really. And-- ah, well, Zevran is also a rogue, isn't he? That causes Fenris' lip to quirk in amusement. Perhaps it is just a rogue thing.]

[bloodyantivan]

A matched set. I like the sound of that.

[Zevran smiles. He has the feeling he's going to keep smiling for a long time.]


[ooc: I think this is a pretty good stopping point? EVEN IF I WANT THEM FOREVER.]