THE BUTT TOUCH CREW

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Tonir just nodded and watched as they took their seats. He called the waiter to ask for some extra cups in order to share the tea. “Well, politeness is a virtue that all people should have,” he said, smiling, “It’s been a pretty good day. Lots of sales, which is why I’m treating myself today.” He thought he might as well get some time to relax, although he hoped that by being joined by the drows, he wouldn’t have his relaxation compromised. Sometimes other species just gave him such a stressful time.

#lahanamania #lark #tonir #crow #WOW TONIR WHAT A RACIST #also totally worth it obviously #DRINKS HOT TEA TO AVOID CONVERSATION WITH THE NASTY RUDE ELF MAN

Crow nodded in agreement "All in a day's work of a merchant's life. I'm quite glad to hear that, Tonir. You definitely deserve it." The older Drow then poured some tea for Lark and himself into the cup. He also happened to nudge her side with his elbow, trying to get her to join the conversation as well. Lark was very quick to respond to Crow's nudging by snatching up her cup and gulping down the tea, instantly burning her tongue.

Totally worth it???

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Aw. He continued rubbing Banshee, grinning at the little sound she made. How very sweet. He cocked his head to listen to Morrigan, smirking. Ah, yes. He’d had relationships where “fondness” often translated to frustration. Still - obviously Morrigan had some affection for Lark, else they’d not be friends.

"Heroes rarely become heroes on their own," he repeated. "That’s good. True." He scratched the bat’s chin, smiling softly. "I’m glad you’re helping her then, because she is -" He’s cut off when Lark suddenly piped up, and he snorted at what she said.

"Inexperience also means things are frightening and harmful," he added helpfully. Someone smack him.

#lylewarren #lark #lyle #morrigan

Lark simply stuck her tongue out at Lyle because SHE WAS A FUCKING ADULT "Go ahead and finish that sentence, Alchemist. I'm what?" Though the wording could easily make it sound like she was threatening him, her tone was light and her smile wide, friendly as always. She just really wanted to know what Lyle was going to say.

Morrigan, admittedly, was quite curious as well.

>:^D YOUR EARS ARE MINE, CROW

(( Uploaded with permission! A super cute drawing of Lark and Crow by my friend Mech *v* SMOOSHES HIM INTO A PANCAKE ))

#rising crowns #not my art #lark #crow

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#lark speak #such drawing #much talent

I HOPE THE SUN GODDESS LIKES MY THING

YA KNOW. IF SHE'S EVEN WATCHING OR WHATEVER.

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Tonir rolled his eyes at the gargling sound that Lark made when she noticed him. Of course he’d get noticed. Maybe it was the hair, maybe he should make it less obvious (or maybe you’re just super tall and obvious to the world). He did notice that the drow was wearing a certain piece of material that he had sold to a fellow merchant quite recently. He smirked, at least the cloth was being put to good use, it was such a lovely piece of material after all. It would be terrible if it were to go to waste.

Tonir just smiled at lark and bowed his head slightly, “Ah, hello Crow, what a coincidence seeing you here. Well, it is good to see you both, how about you join me for a cup of tea or two?” he asked. He had to be polite. Being rude never won points in any category. Plus, he was in a good mood that he got to see the starry material in use. Nothing made him happier than seeing somebody obviously content with their purchase.

#lahanamania #I find it funny that Tonir considers lark wearing his thing to be considered of good use #also crow is not good at talking to people he is a quiet man #i'm so sorry tonir #tonir

"Polite as always. We'd love to join you for a cup of tea or two." Crow pulled out a seat for Lark and gestured for her to sit down before taking a seat next to her. Lark sat down, sure, but she didn't seem to pleased with the sudden change in seating arrangements, given her annoyed expression and insistence on avoiding eye contact with the Elf. She sort of curled into the shawl and sat quietly.

Crow decided to speak up, since she refused to "I take it's been a good day for you, Tonir? You seem quite content."

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Tonir was a man to enjoy his tea in the afternoon to evening times. He enjoyed the floral yet leafy scent, and just how lovely it is for him to savour solitude alone with his cup of tea. He was calm, and after a long day at work he needed the relaxation.

His eyes flicked over to the door as he heard it creak, signalling that somebody was entering. Suddenly, there was a wash of uncertainty over him, for those were not just ordinary customers to the tea shop, these were people he knew. He let out a sigh and looked downwards, sipping his tea, hoping that they wouldn’t notice him. He really did not want to have to deal with those kinds of people right now. He just wanted to enjoy his time off.

#lahanamania #tonir #it's not racist he has reason to be annoyed by the dummy short drow #at least crow is nice

Too bad Tonir, TOO BAD. It only took one quick glance around for the small Drow to notice you were there and make an offended gargle sound at the mere sight of your existence. Crow, on the other hand, chuckled, clearly amused by his little sibling's annoyance with the Elf, and took her by the arm to lead her over to Tonir. To make matters even better, Lark was currently wearing the starry cloth as a shawl. Mostly because Crow insisted that they were going somewhere nice and her usual cloak was unacceptable. Also he didn't want her back exposed to the world. Plus it was his gift to her.

Crow offered Tonir a gentle smile. He wished to at least greet his friend before they went to sit by themselves, while Lark, purple in the face, was glaring off in some other direction "Good evening, Tonir." he said quietly "I hope you don't mind that we offer our greetings to you. I also hope that you are well."

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Aww. Look at the bat. He grinned as she cocked her head into his hand, her eyes closed. How very sweet. He loved her already, and he stroked soothing, rough fingers through her fur.

Warren absolutely grinned when he saw Lark kissing the bat, turning back to focus his attention on Morrigan. He smiled at her as well, cocking a brow. She sounded more like a weary babysitter than a friend, but Warren had a faint idea that she was just the tougher sort. “You seem fond of her,” he commented. “I suppose, since you travel together, you’ll be a hero one day too?”

#lylewarren #watch morrigan mutter something like 'ah yes look at that perfectly new and exciting scoprpion i wonder what would happen if i happened to p #because it's so fun to mock lark #lyle

Banshee's fur was quite soft to the touch as well, and she made a short high-pitched squeaking sound to express enjoyment of this treatment. But mostly she just enjoyed his affection in peace.

Morrigan raised her own eyebrows at that comment "Fond is one way to put it, I suppose. But no, I so not have aspirations as high as that. I'm simply helping her. Heroes rarely become heroes on their own, and she is..inexperienced." Mori sighed.

Lark overheard that comment and turned her head to pull a face at the Elf "You say that like it's a bad thing!! Inexperience also means everything is new and exciting you old owl!!"

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Since Morrigan had heard that her brother was around, she had taken a short trip away to go meet him, which left Lark alone in the Aomori capitol. Luckily, her brother Crow ran a shop there, and once she had found the time to drop in and visit her, he offered to let her stick around for a while. Or at least take her to get some decent tea.

The previous offer she did not accept, though Lark happily accepted the latter. She couldn't just lounge around all day waiting for something to happen, but spending a day or two with Crow would be fun enough. So the two of them walked into the tea shop, neither of them expecting that they'd run into a familiar face inside.

#lahanamania #tonir #do u like the title poke #I feel so clever NCKJSF

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He grinned widely at the bat when she pushed her tongue against his fingers, in turn reaching up to rub at her ears with his other hand, smiling widely. She was sweet. He turned his attention back to the elf though, smiling lightly. “Morrigan. A pleasure to meet you,” he said, seemingly unaffected by her tone. “Lark wandered into my shop this fine afternoon. She told me she was a hero.” He glanced back at Lark, smiling. “She’s a good sort.”

Banshee did not seem to mind her ears being rubbed, only tilting her head and closing his eyes contently. She was a very well-tempered bat! Morrigan only wished her Drow could be just as well behaved.

"Yes, that is what she tells everyone." Mori murmured, also looking o Lark, who was currently cooing affectionately to Ghost in her mother tongue and kissing the bat's face "..I suppose all heroes have to start somewhere." she continued with a snort.

#lylewarren #lyle

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Tonir just put on a smile as she spoke, no matter how rude and disrespectful the drow was being to him. “Have fun,” he said, a slight tinge of annoyance in his voice, “And please, if buying this,” he motioned to the cloth he was folding and returning to its rightful place, “puts you into poverty, then I’m not sure what to think.” Of course he knew what to think, he knew she was dirt poor and that the drow probably had gold but that was living expenses, and evidently drinking expenses too.

"Do come back again, it was a pleasure speaking to you," he stated, waving.

#lahanamania #tonir #DAMMIT I THINK THAT'S THE END #WE'LL HAVE TO THINK OF CIRCUMSTANCES TO BRING THEM TOGETHER AGAIN

WOW. FUCKING RUDE. She almost wanted to tell him to go fuck himself with his stump. But that would be even more rude and also letting her annoyance get the best of her. So she simply returned the smile and waved back, keeping her mouth shut, and walked on.

Some people just weren't worth the time anyway.

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Tonir just sighed and let go, it was a worthless case trying to sell to someone who couldn’t afford it. He should have realised when he looked at her clothes. They were, in his opinion, kind of shabby and buying this cloth would probably be way out of her budget anyway. He let out a bigger, dramatic sigh.

"Well, that’s too bad that you can’t buy this. Maybe in the future, but someone may have already bought it by then," he said, "I’m fine, thank you very much. You can enjoy your drinks by yourself." He wasn’t going to waste time on someone who wasn’t a customer anymore. Sometimes, selling was such an effort.

#lahanamania #u just lost urself a customer for probably 5evr tonir #now even if she's rich she won't buy a thing #simply out of spite #like HAHA LOOK AT MY EXTRAVAGENT WEALTH GUESS WHAT I'M SPENDING IT ON SPOILER ALERT IT ISN'T U #but who are we kidding she's gonna be poor 5evr

That earned the Elf a very annoyed glare from the much shorter Drow. Business was a thing she did not understand very well. Too boring. But goddammit, how freaking annoying were Merchants. So annoying "Except I won't be alone. But I'm sure you'll do the same." she muttered "...I'm still a Hero though. So if you need any help with anything, I'm available. As long as that help doesn't require running me to poverty."

That last line might have been a little bit too bitter woops. But Lark didn't like not being successful in trying to make a friend (or five). At least it looked like he would let her leave this time.

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(ooc: handsome stranger laughs then gags)

Banshee and Ghost? He looked ecstatic, eyes blown bright and wide, mouth pulled into a toothy smile. They were lovely - they were fascinating - they were fucking gnarly. He took the fruit from Lark, somehow gently despite being excited, meeting her eyes for a fraction of a second before their arms weren’t touching and he was grinning up at the bat, holding the fruit out on a flat hand (juuuust in case).

When the bat actually ate it then, his face lit up even more. “Oh, you sweet thing,” he cooed at it, looking pleased. He turned to look at Morrigan. “Hello, by the way, love. I’m Warren.”

(ooc: u hush *baps ur face*)

Banshee ate the fruit in his hand in one quick bite, licking his fingers for a taste of whatever juices could have escaped before snuffling her nose at Lyle to try and sniff him out for any more snacks. The Elf gave the bat a pat on the neck, inspecting Warren "Morrigan." she said curtly "May I ask how the two of you met? It seems that if I take my eyes away for even a few minutes, Lark is introducing me to a new friend she happened upon from someplace."

#lylewarren #lyle

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Of course, they always never wanted to pay the full price for the item. Tonir had to make a living here, okay. This wasn’t just all fun and games for him. He sighed and draped the material over his left arm, then went to reach out to Lark with his other arm.

"Oh wait just a moment," he said, "Come on, it’s such a lovely material, it’s such a shame that you have to give it up. It’s like the two of you were meant to be," he smiled, "How about this, I’ll give it to you for a discount. 2 gold and 30 coppers, and I will pay for your tea." He knew she probably couldn’t afford it. Her reaction told him as much that she was not fortunate enough to have money for it. Then again, he could still try his luck. He’d still be making a pretty good profit.

Oh, she would be happy to pay full price! If she could fucking afford it. Hell, to make a living, she needed to be living.

"You're insistent." she grumbled. He wasn't going to let her get away that easy, huh? Still, she gave him her own smile and sort of batted at his hand to sort of let him know that he could let go now. She turned around to face him "It's perfectly fine, Merchant, if I can, I'll come back for it. And perhaps for you as well. Unless you still want to join me for drinks. I'm quite happy to pay for that." Ale and tea did not cost 2 gold and 30 coppers after all.

#lahanamania #tonir

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He grinned, then outright laughed, something loud. He leaned close, smirking. “But I am toxic. Have you seen some of the things in my shop?” (ooc: plot twist lyle is slowly and painfully dying from alchemy poisoning) He pulled on his hair with his free hand. “It’s dyed, actually. It’s not truly red.” There was no special reason he did it either; his siblings all had mousy brown hair like he did, and he wanted to be rebellious. Hair dye was one of the first things he crafted that sparked his interest in alchemy.

He paused when he heard the beating of wings, pulling his hair around his shoulder to hang over his chest, to keep it from blowing around and getting hella tangled. After the rush of wind stopped, he turned around (bright eyes).

Ah! There they were! He grinned wider than anything, not noticing Lark until she was whispering in his ear. Friend? Oh! There she was. Sitting atop one of them. Ohh, he wanted to squeal like a little girl. That looked too fun! “Hello,” he called amicably, but gently. “So those are the direbats. Fascinating.” He took a step forward, tugging Lark along.

#lylewarren #I only just realized how much innuendo there is in the first sentence of the second paragraph cries #but to be fair who wouldn't be eager to be tugged by lyle #wonks ;y

Morrigan did not exactly seem pleased with the company, but knowing tiny Drow, had grown used to her showing up with a handsome stranger on her arm. The Elf slid off the saddle and landed lightly on the ground, murmuring Elvish into the bat's ear to assure her that the stranger was friendly "This one is named Banshee. The other is Ghost." Despite their 2spooky names though, neither bat were ghostly white. Instead, they both had black faces and wings, with bright orange fur on their bodies.

Lark only looked eager to be tugged by Warren, digging into her satchel to pull out a fruit and held it out to Lyle "Feed it to her! Don't worry, she won't bite you." Ghost had waddled in closer, already snuffling Lark's satchel for a fruity treat, so she had to let go of Warren's arm to spoil the other.

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Tonir smirked, he knew he had her in the bag. Sure, he would have to sacrifice some of his precious time in order to sell this, but hey when they say “suffering for your art” sometimes they mean it. He watched as she tried to come to her final decisions.

"Alright, then my price is 2 golds and 80 coppers for this fine material." he said, "It’ll be worth it, this cloth would go so well with your skin tone." He put on his merchant’s smile and waited. He was pretty much done for the day anyway, seeing as he had made quite a few sales that afternoon.

#lahanamania #tonir #she was not mentally prepared to cough up a kidney for a thing

Oh. Oh Nope. Nope. Nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. The company of the Empress herself would not be worth that kind of price. That kind of price could easily pay for at least a week of food and bed at a decent inn and then some. Gift or not, it wasn't worth it.

Lark opened her mouth to say something, closed it. And then turned around to walk away. That was literally the only thing she could do because FUCKING NOPE. But she realized that would be rude, so she turned around again and said "I might not be so helpful to you after all. Got some ugh. Business. Heroing and all. Maybe someone needs a song. You look like you're doing just fine." Okay that seemed good enough. Now she turned around and started to walk away.

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Still, despite its goneness, Tonir still dreamed for people to have more tact than just needlessly mentioning his deformity. It was irritating.

Tonir noticed the gleam in her eyes. That was the gleam that told him that they wanted it, and he could exploit that to get her to buy it. It was a nice piece of cloth, he had to say. “Really?” he said, “Well, you can still talk to me,” he was still holding the cloth in his hands as he spoke, “Come on, it’s so beautiful. You could use it as a shawl, or maybe a skirt. Anything you fancy, it’s lovely. Maybe we can even go and get a drink later and chat if you buy this cloth.” Tonir would find a way to sell to this drow, no matter what.