Gavin scrubbed a hand over his face, chuckling to himself because he was, at least, much warmer than he'd felt before, and indeed felt that he could quickly resemble a dead Qunari.
In the deadness, at least, if not in the, you know. Size. Or Horns. Had he said that outloud? Yes, apparently he had.
"You know what I mean," he said, waving a hand vaguely as he took the bottle.
He leaned back against the log as he took his second drink - which was just as bad, if not worse, than the first, but he cared quite a bit less than he had originally. He didn't cough, at least, though he did wheeze quite spectacularly. "Least now I... know how we could make sure the whole army got a good night's sleep," He said, chuckling again, though really it was turning into more of an unrefined giggle.
He reached over to pat Varric's thigh in a manly sort of way and raise the bottle in a toast. "To latrines and the dwarves that make us dig them," he said, taking a third swig (oops) before handing the bottle back to Varric.
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In the deadness, at least, if not in the, you know. Size. Or Horns. Had he said that outloud? Yes, apparently he had.
"You know what I mean," he said, waving a hand vaguely as he took the bottle.
He leaned back against the log as he took his second drink - which was just as bad, if not worse, than the first, but he cared quite a bit less than he had originally. He didn't cough, at least, though he did wheeze quite spectacularly. "Least now I... know how we could make sure the whole army got a good night's sleep," He said, chuckling again, though really it was turning into more of an unrefined giggle.
He reached over to pat Varric's thigh in a manly sort of way and raise the bottle in a toast. "To latrines and the dwarves that make us dig them," he said, taking a third swig (oops) before handing the bottle back to Varric.