Open | What is a bored clown to do

[maladgogo]

WHO: Guy and whoever happens upon him
WHAT: Guy's trying to distract himself from the situation he's found himself in, and would enjoy some company.
WHEN: Some time in the middle of Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Every one of the threads with Guy should just be considered to have a CW for profuse swearing by default.

Skyhold is a remarkable place. People from all over Thedas call it home, an army calls it base of operations, and now for one young rifter now bereft of his classes, and indeed any way to get the information he needs from those classes, a place to waste time until he's needed elsewhere.

He's found the training ring. He's also found the weapons. He's not swinging them or sparring with anyone, shadows or otherwise. Instead, what he's doing with his commandeered pair of hand hammers is...juggling.

Guy is, undoubtedly, a born performer. He's got stage presence without needing a stage, and a little flair in every move that builds as he walks around the ring. Occasionally he turns in place, sometimes he stops and walks backward, but no matter what he does, his hands never stop moving, the hammers flipping end over end and occasionally dropping back over his shoulder.

He adds another blunt weapon as soon as he can find it, a blunted handaxe, and soon it joins the rest.

Someone can watch, or someone can interrupt him, and all they'll see is the most welcoming expression on someone wearing peasant clothes, like he's delighted to see them, and more likely than not, he really is.

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[aceso]

Christine hasn't seen Guy in awhile, and it's by pure chance that she comes across him as he's doing his display. She stops outside the ring and leans down on the fence to watch. It's clear he has talent, as his hands never waver, and the fluid movements appear as easy as breathing. She doesn't speak, though, just in case that proves a distraction. When he adds the axe, she sucks in a breath, worried for his safety, but now she fears what speaking out will do. Will it cause him to cut himself?

[maladgogo]

When he catches sight of her in his periphery, he of course turns to greet her. He manages to catch the two hammers in his hands, but the axe falls between his feet, head buried in the dirt. He looks down at it with raised brows, then steps around it to approach her, leaning down and offering a peck on the cheek in greeting.

"'Ey there lil' mama, ain't seen you in a minute," he says cheerfully, his hands resting on her forearms briefly then falling away as he straightens back up. "What can I do for you?"

[aceso]

Christine winces at the axe. Could he not be more careful? Wasn't Skyhold filled to the brim with fools and daredevils enough? She still has to work not to shudder at remembering Araceli telling her she plans to teach others to climb up the walls of the fortress.

"A minute? It has been far longer than that," she replies. "I want nothing. I merely found myself wandering and here you were. Are you a performer back in your homeland?"

[maladgogo]

"Not really. I'm a culinary student at home. This performin' shit's just a hobby. Learnt jugglin' from my big brother. Same with dancin', n' a couple other things. How to make candies, shit like that."

He takes up a lean against the fence next to her, smiling faintly. "Where I come from, some people use 'a minute' as a sort of...what's the opposite of a hyperbole? Like that. An understatement. Might go a month without seein' someone, n' tell 'em you ain't seen 'em in a minute. Like sarcasm but ain't so rude."

[aceso]

"Ah, I understand you now. Have you looked into food preparation here at Skyhold? I asked the cooks if I could observe them and they allowed it. Now I am learning to cook myself." It's a good skill to have, since she's no longer in the Circle. Knowing how to feed herself is a valuable life lesson.