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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

[sulahnan]

[ A fleeting look of yikes crosses her face. ] Nah. Lyrium seems a bit too... much. For me.

[bouchonne]

Really. Ah, she has weak tastes.

[sulahnan]

She has strong tastes in other areas, so it evens out.

Why are you lurking?

[bouchonne]

[ A last drag, then he returns it to her. ]

Doing business.

[sulahnan]

[ And she gives back his pipe. ]

Ah, it's business lurking?

[bouchonne]

'Tis. Would you like to know the secrets to my success?

[sulahnan]

[ Well of course she wants to know, but ]

They wouldn't be secret anymore if you told me.

[bouchonne]

Why - But you'd keep my secrets, wouldn't you?

[sulahnan]

[ She, self-proclaimed to be terrible at keeping secrets, makes a doubtful face. ]

[bouchonne]

Really?

[ Hm. ]

Honest girl. I'm impressed. Well, you'd best get going, then.

[sulahnan]

'Kay.

[ A concession made, but not yet acted upon. She takes a drag, holds it, billows the smoke from her nose.

Was she out here for a reason, or just meandering? Can't remember. Trying to remember pulls her features into a frown. ]

[bouchonne]

[ A lift of his eyebrow. ]

Because I'm doing my business.

[sulahnan]

Yeah yeah, [ Dismissive wave. She's thinking. Or trying to, anyway. ] I'm just trying to remember why I was even out here.

[bouchonne]

[ A laugh. Then, in a rather uncanny parody of A Judgmental Authority Figure: ]

That rots your brain, you know.

[sulahnan]

Ah shit, there go my dreams of being a scholar. [ Takes another drag and speaks around the smoke for effect. ] Up in smoke.