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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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[lumelume]

"If I knew the scents that match the dirt I could tell you where you've been in the last couple days, though I'm still not quite familiar enough with Kirkwall to do so accurately!" Mado chirps, "but it's been--" he snuffs the air with his human nose, as if it'll help him remember, "--months since you washed your clothes, if ever. You smoke elfroot often, and did so recently, and you have a bun and three apples in your coat."

[muckspout]

Edgard listens rapt and then frowns when he concludes. He reaches into his coat in various places and then finally pulls out a bun. He takes a bite.

"Didn't even know that was in there. Amazing!" He speaks thickly around a full mouth. He offers it to Mado.
"Want some?"

[lumelume]

Not about to turn down free food, Mado cheerfully takes the bun and bites from it himself.

"Thank you, amico!" He pauses a moment as he chews, looking back over his shoulder.

"...you didn't kill the man, did you?"

[muckspout]

Edgard shakes his head.

"No, I just knocked him out."

He wrings his hands and scratches his neck.

"Should I have killed him? He might do this again."

He hadn't really thought it through, the man just seemed like he needed to be punched.

[lumelume]

"No, no, I'd--" Mado realizes what he's about to say, and sighs, because he still means it.

"I'd hate for anyone to die." He sinks down onto a nearby crate. "Even someone so cruel."

[muckspout]

Edgard lowers down onto a crate next to Mado. He puts a hand on his shoulder. He understands.

"I agree with you. I try not to kill people if I can help it."

He sighs.

"Sometimes, though, it has to be done."

[lumelume]

"I suppose that's probably true," Mado admits, "at least in your line of work. I think. My line of work?" He scratches behind one ear.

"Do you think I'll have to kill someone, working with Riftwatch? Is it frightening? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm asking too many questions." He smiles self-consciously.

"I thought I should make a real effort, after all."