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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly & Kitty & you
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk

Prompts in comments my pretties. If none of em catch your fancy, then just throw up something that does.

Comments

[overharrowed]

Now, look.

[Julius leans in the doorway, casually observing the little white dog. He does, at least, wait for a pause in the music, or at least a quieter moment.]

I thought Project Sashamiri was in charge of the dog stereotypes. Am I to understand I gave Alistair permission to replace his desk with a giant dog statue for nothing?

[bouchonne]

You made the boy happy. That's worth something.

[ Never mind, of course, that Alistair is barely younger than either Byerly or Julius; he's still a boy, the way that the yapping dog will always be a puppy. ]

And I get happy when I take things away from him.

[overharrowed]

[Julius laughs at that -- a little, not too unkind, but genuinely amused.]

Well. May I interrupt your recital, or should I come back another time? I've business to discuss, but it's not urgent, at least in relative terms.

[bouchonne]

Hm.

[ He'd paused in playing for a moment when Julius had spoken. He starts again, now, a low tuneless thrum of notes on the instrument. The dog, meanwhile, trots over to sniff curiously at Julius' feet. ]

Depends. Can you play any instruments?

[overharrowed]

My singing voice is arguably more pleasant when I haven't had a Venatori attempt to remove my foot with an axe just prior. [Fond Ghislain memories.] But no instruments, I'm afraid.

[He crouches low enough to let the dog inspect his fingers.]

[bouchonne]

Ah, well. Then perhaps -

[ He draws the bow across the fiddle. ]

You could sing whatever you want to say to me, and I'll play accompaniment.

[overharrowed]

[Julius glances up at him, skeptical. Assessing.]

Not the most discreet method I've ever heard for telling a division head semi-sensitive information. Though I suppose if you insist. Do you have a tune in mind? I'm not a composer as well.

[bouchonne]

How about "Andraste's mabari"? Everyone knows that one.

[overharrowed]

I suppose I can't credibly claim not to know that one.

[Some lies just stretch too far.]

No promises on making it rhyme.