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"You've been awful quiet lately. Practicing sulking under that mask of yours?" (hallohell)
"Been at the Abbey, so you're not as far off as you might think." He crossed his arms over his chest a bit as he spoke. The faint scent of incense on his person could back up his claim somewhat.
@hallohell, continued from here
Vanya honestly knew better than to engage her again this way, so she wasn’t sure why she was grimacing at the graverobber and sitting at her table. Perhaps morbid curiosity. Or masochism. Probably both. The scratches on her cheek hadn’t even healed yet.
She crossed her ankles, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her drink. “Plenty of others isn’t that helpful of an argument when half the patrons here are either absurdly religious or harboring some sort of disease.” She looked over the flagon at the graverobber, eyes giving away a hint of mischief now. “So what’s wrong with you? Aside from the insufferable personality.”
“Funny you should ask,” she yawned, trying to hide the suddenly intense burning anger the other woman’s presence was inspiring with her nonsense. Had she merely come over to taunt her? Well, what else could she expect from an ill-bred mongrel?
No, no; she had to calm herself, lest she wind up banned from the Tavern for brawling with the insolent pup.
“I cannot say I recall you ever coming here or leaving with a companion, either. I should ask you the very same question!”
🍸 I've heard rumor that you're some kind of royalty. Can you shed any light on that? ~Hallohell
“I can–” He stopped. It sounded like he had just gagged, but he soon gulped, getting back to speak.
“I c’ld throw somethin’ else on the topic right now…” He laughed, lifting the almost empty bottle, as proof.
“Didn’t you also, get told ‘bout me, that I’m and was a complete fool?”
@hallohell
[ Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk. ]
@hallohell:
Vanya turns slowly on the bar stool to stare at whoever’s wormed their way against her side, lifting her arm for a better look. She blinks at the stranger for a long moment, at a loss for words for once. Maybe just a drunk patron–in which case she probably shouldn’t send them sprawling, because she did like being allowed in here.
“…Can I…help you,” she says flatly. It’s more of a statement than a question.
Well FairFax was indeed a little bit drunk as he stared up at Vanya face with almost a faint hint of shock. The vague foggy pupils of his eyes seemed to shrink a bit in size back to an almost solid pinhole rather quickly as his faultered grin fixed itself. "Sorry, I thought for a moment you were the back of my chair." There was a slight off sounding tint that dripped into his voice. "I must say though, you're quite comfortable.~" As he spoke, or rather cooed in this case, he idly slid his hand up the arm she had lifted and guided her hand to rest on his shoulder.
💪🏼 (Hallohell god I'm sorry dshfjfkfk)
He lets her do, not moving a flinch. Her herocity had made him question what kind of treatment these things really were worth of, as she even had the bravery to take him, in that form, out of their adventure with what seemed no effort for his weight.
He was confused. And terrified. But he only stared at her as she touched, saying nothing, and flexing some more so she could feel the ball his right biceps formed below the bandages.
[ send 💪 to touch my muse’s muscles! ]
💪🏼 (hallohell but +1 🔪 emoji so she can keep up her cool, tough reputation)
He stares her down a bit silently before placing his own hand on her arm. He’s not breaky eye contact, but that’s not very noticeable from behind his cowl and helm. His grip is firm but by no means is it strong enough to hurt.
