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[sulahnan]

WHO: Kostos
WHAT: Weird friends bonding over drinks!
WHEN: After elf shit I guess
WHERE: The Gallows, and then The Lost Tavern in Kirkwall
NOTES: Drinking, etc.

[ It's late enough that Athessa knows--assumes, anyway--that Kostos will be in his room. She takes the time to press an ear to the door just in case, and when there aren't any sounds that hint at Kostos having company, she connects her knuckles with the wood.

Rap-a-tat-tap. Pause. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-- ]

Kostos? Y'there? [ Her whispered question is quieter than it needs to be, and definitely quieter than her tap-tapping, which doesn't cease. If she's annoying enough, she gets attention. She learned that early. ]

Comments

[exequy]

I suppose that means you can't tell me whether they both look red or both look green.

[sulahnan]

You suppose right. C'mon, it's your turn. The longer we talk about colors the soberer we get.