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Old artfight attack on @fulsvamp!
Hildi: Orso just told me that he can't wait to be king so he can wear his pajamas all day and eat junk food.
Hildi: I don't know how to break it to him that what he just described is called depression.
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He placed an unhappy hand on his belly and tried his best to suck it in. One cannot suck in one’s hips, though. It was reaching the point where he was considering some form of corset. Savine always looked spectacular in them, after all, and exercise was out of the bloody question. He let it all sag again with horrifying results.
‘I daresay Leo dan Brock never has to hold in his belly,’ he murmured.
‘Wouldn’t have thought so. All hard and grooved like a cobbled street, I reckon.’ Hildi was gazing into the corner of the room with a dreamy expression. ‘Combining the best of dancer and docker.’
‘While I combine the worst of idler and innkeeper?’ Orso pulled his shirt on with bad grace. ‘Maybe you can get a job oiling the Young Lion’s stomach once he’s replaced me.’
‘A girl can dream.’
‘There’s more to a man than his gut.’
‘No doubt. You’ve put some weight on under the chin as well.’
Orso sighed. ‘Thank you very much for that, Hildi, I’m never at risk of getting too self-satisfied with you around.’
— The Trouble With Peace by Joe Abercrombie
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