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[undwarfy]

Come here for musebox stuff, PSLs, or post-captcha meme continuation. Put the verse or PSL or whatever in the subject line plz.

Hit this up if you know me and have an idea. Hit me up if you don't know me, we've never interacted IC or OOC, and you have an idea. Hit this up for any and all reasons. I welcome everything.

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[mewnifestos]

[ Anders pushes away his mug. It's only going to give him a headache, anyway. Even now, he doesn't feel any of the liquor's more pleasant effects - although that could just as easily be due to the burgeoning anger he's already tamping down, at least as much as Justice's strict temperance.

He doesn't want to argue; this is neither the time nor the place for it. But he still has to bite back another bitter remark.

It's not about placing blame, or having some personal stake. It's so much more than that. But— ]

It's... fine, Varric.

[ Anders straightens the sleeves of his coat, sitting back in his chair and not managing to look less sullen than he imagines he does. ]

Why not just read it, sometime, if you really want to know how it's going?

[undwarfy]

[A halfhearted shrug.]

Alright, bring it over next Wicked Grace night.

[He reaches for Anders's mug and slides some water down Blondie's way instead. If the mage isn't gonna drink it, then Varric can give that ale a good home.]

[mewnifestos]

I'll think about it.

[ Equally as halfhearted.

He shakes his head when Varric passes the water his way, as well. ]

I should probably get going, soon. Any later, and it'll be safer to wait until dawn before trying to walk back to Darktown.

[undwarfy]

I hope you do.

[That wasn't halfhearted. He really did want to see the manifesto- even felt a bit shitty for never having asked about it before.

His movements were halfhearted: taking the mug, moving the water. Anything involving physical motion. That was halfhearted. But the words? No.]

Stay safe, Blondie. Thanks for- you know.

[mewnifestos]

Don't mention it.

[ It's almost a wan smile on his lips, as he finishes setting himself to rights again and nods, taking up his staff and heading for the door. He doesn't relish the long walk back to the clinic, but at least the fresh air might help clear his head. ]