audience: astarion

[mygod]

Comments

[haematocritical]

[ he's just a baby. just a little baby guy. tiny little nerd who floats. ]

This is the first time I've seen this happen, maybe you're just special. [ the way i've had this open for so long but the MINGLE WON'T STOP.

and yeah he's dead. can't escape now. ]

Why not? A compliment for a compliment, I don't give out sincere ones often.

[unconsecuted]

[STOP.

You guys really are just out there doing things. THIS MAKES HIM FLUSTERED. Please stop talking.]

It... I wouldn't have... said it out loud...

[Jamba Juice was a mistake. He can't even focus on the fact the juice isn't completely terrible.]

I don't know how long this lasts.

[haematocritical]

[ non. ]

Hmm.

[ so he was thinking it. ]

I can go temporarily deaf, and pretend I hear nothing until it's over?

[unconsecuted]

[MONDAYS ARE AWFUL. He is never coming out of the penthouse at this rate.]

It--no. That's... unnecessary. I'm sorry for the trouble.

[haematocritical]

[ THE PENTHOUSE? NEHAVEN'S LOVE NEST???? ]

Darling, stop apologising. It's nice to be complimented.

[unconsecuted]

[DISGRUNTLED NOISE, softly.]

Fine...

[He wants to say it isn't nice unexpectedly, but he knows Astarion of all people won't think that.]

Anyway... This is not... terrible necessarily. The juice.

[Not the compliment curse.]

[haematocritical]

[ YEAH TELL HIM HE'S PRETTY, DAMMIT. ]

It's popular for a reason. Even if it did also get pitched to me with the cereal option first. [ he understands ]