[Open] I don't think you're ready for this jelly

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Alistair and Anders and YOU
WHAT: Alistair tightropes. In a dress. While singing.
WHEN: Kingsway 21st
WHERE: Camp Shady Fucker
NOTES: There will probably be some awful sap because this is Nate's birthday, you've been warned. Otherwise, no warnings anticipated.

It's not publicized, but word has a habit of getting out.

Zevran has publicized matters, and now it's time for some morale boosting. There's a low tightrope stretched between two trees with a great many chairs, stumps, and logs set up as seating options. Today is the day for someone to earn himself new boots, shirts, and a shield, and it promises to be a show.

Come on up, pull up a seat, and enjoy the entertainment.

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[byblow]

"Good," Alistair says, though the word is smothered against Zevran's shirt. He turns his head sideways to add, "That's what uncles are for."

He thinks. He's pretty sure. Insofar as Alistair was ever anywhere close to spoiled, it was Teagan doing the spoiling, rolling him in mud or spinning him by his arms and tossing him off the docks--in a good way! a fun and voluntary way--when he visited.

And speaking of spoiling, he doesn't move. Give him a minute.