WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
That he knows the man means nothing. That they're allies means even less.
That he likes this strange, rough-edged conman means that when his wrist is snared, the only thing that rises to meet Sam is a flash of overlong teeth— lips twisted into a sheepish, utterly demure grin.
Hello there.
"Oh, thank you for catching me, darling. Lost my footing on those damned stairs and would've fallen right on my face if not for your impressive reflexes."
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how many pickpockets can Sam Drake find this month: 2, apparently
That he likes this strange, rough-edged conman means that when his wrist is snared, the only thing that rises to meet Sam is a flash of overlong teeth— lips twisted into a sheepish, utterly demure grin.
Hello there.
"Oh, thank you for catching me, darling. Lost my footing on those damned stairs and would've fallen right on my face if not for your impressive reflexes."