WHO: Anders, Teren, Kit, Julius, Thranduil, Fern, possibly others WHAT: Various starters for the month WHEN: Throughout the month WHERE: All over Kirkwall NOTES: Wanna plot something with Anders? Poke me on plurk!
The wounded men exchange worried looks at Anders' directive to Kit, and turn their wide eyes on the dwarf who now looms ominously behind Anders with his thick arms folded over his chest. If they're expecting to find an ally in Kit, they're looking at the wrong dwarf.
Kit raises his eyebrows. "You heard 'im," he says. "Don't give me a reason."
Wisely, they do not.
Once the healer's work is done and the men have made themselves scarce, Kit allows himself a weary exhale and chafes a hand against his bald head. "Sodding Paragons," he grouses, "let's not do that again."
He grunts in agreement, taking a breath before he gets back up to his feet.
"Thank you." His voice is quiet, eyes downcast. He'd needed someone to save him yet again. "I'm sorry. I appreciate the backup, but I'm sorry you got caught in it. Can I buy you a drink? Pay you back a little?"
Kit dusts some dirt off his armour and manages a grim little laugh. "No need to apologize, salroka--I'm just glad I got here in time to help. I'll take that drink though," he adds, smiling. "I'm plum out of coin for buying my own."
He can hear the smile in Kit's voice and it has him looking over at the Dwarf and giving him a faint smile back. There are times he forgets that some people are friendly and nice and don't hold it against him.
"Hanged Man, or do you have another preference?" He dusts off his own robes and turns toward the exit of Darktown; there may be chores left undone today but he's done down here for now.
"Hanged Man is good enough for me," Kit replies; he doesn't sound cheerful, exactly, but he's the kind of guy who learned early on how to bounce back from a fight. It was a requirement for survival, both in Dust Town and the Deep Roads.
When Anders turns to leave, Kit falls into step beside him, equally glad to put this place behind them.
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Kit raises his eyebrows. "You heard 'im," he says. "Don't give me a reason."
Wisely, they do not.
Once the healer's work is done and the men have made themselves scarce, Kit allows himself a weary exhale and chafes a hand against his bald head. "Sodding Paragons," he grouses, "let's not do that again."
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"Thank you." His voice is quiet, eyes downcast. He'd needed someone to save him yet again. "I'm sorry. I appreciate the backup, but I'm sorry you got caught in it. Can I buy you a drink? Pay you back a little?"
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"Hanged Man, or do you have another preference?" He dusts off his own robes and turns toward the exit of Darktown; there may be chores left undone today but he's done down here for now.
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When Anders turns to leave, Kit falls into step beside him, equally glad to put this place behind them.