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[muckspout]

WHO: Edgard and YOU
WHAT: I'm doing the catch-all thing too
WHEN: Now-ish, post-Murderhaus and Satinalia
WHERE: Various places
NOTES: Open to all unless otherwise specified. Post-murderhaus stuff might have murdery discussions

All prompts in comments! Feel three to throw wildcards in here if you so desire. I love you.

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[altusimperius]

Benedict thinks about a moment, then purses his lips in a frown.

"That's stupid," he decides, for his own sake as much as Edgard's, and pokes him with his foot again.

"Being alive means you get to keep moving forward. And make up for whatever you feel awful about."

[muckspout]

"You're stupid." Edgard responds halfheartedly rather than aggressively. He wiggles away from the foot and is now sitting up. "That foot in particular."

He doesn't slap it this time.

[altusimperius]

"No, you're stupid," Bene primly informs him, and maintains the pressure of his foot.

"My feet are the result of generations of perfect Tevinter breeding," he adds, in that tone of voice where it's not entirely clear whether or not he's joking, "and they're not stupid either."

Nudge nudge.

"Come on. It's time for breakfast."

[muckspout]

Edgard sputters at that information and inches away from the stupid perfectly bred foot.

"Breeding?" He scoffs, but he's getting out of bed. "You really do come from rich people, don't you?"

Edgard shakes his head.

[altusimperius]

"Yeah," Bene mumbles, and rolls his eyes, at least glad to see that Edgard is taking the hint.

"Is it that hard to believe?"

[muckspout]

"Not at all." He says evenly. "More surprised I didn't figure it out sooner." He pulls on some pants and shrugs. "Probably because I don't hate you."

[altusimperius]

"Well that's reassuring."

With this all settled, Benedict has returned to being aloof, and tosses his hair as he glances over his shoulder at Edgard-- it's not like he cares or anything, geeze.

"Do you need a kick in the arse, or can we go about our days now?"

[muckspout]

"Reassuring?" Edgard grimaces. He can't imagine wanting to be seen as a rich person.

"I can kick my own arse, thanks." He throws on his shirt. Today he probably will.

[altusimperius]

"Good. I have work to do."

Benedict tosses his hair, preening for a moment before he makes his way toward the door.

"Have a good birthday," he calls primly over his shoulder. That's right, now that he knows, you don't get to forget.

[muckspout]

Edgard makes a grumpy noise in response. It kind of sounds like a thank you. He will not forget, that is the entire problem.