call me beep me

[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.]

Comments

[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.]