Hey. We need to do something for his birthday. Let's talk about it.
You’re right. ‘His’ meaning Aura’s, right?
We should. Maybe we can pack the whole house in a day? He’d like that. [She laughs.]

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Hey. We need to do something for his birthday. Let's talk about it.
You’re right. ‘His’ meaning Aura’s, right?
We should. Maybe we can pack the whole house in a day? He’d like that. [She laughs.]
Drunk!
Oh no. Oh no. That’s Shey’s fellow over there, Garan, and he absolutely cannot see Neht in this state, not when the entire world is spinning and he reeks of cheap flin, not when he’s supposed to be a role model and all he’s doing is drowning himself in alcohol because it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was a terrible idea. Nothing he can do will chase away the dread curled up inside him. He can’t even see straight. Garan can’t see him like this. He’s the worst. He’s a disgrace. What kind of priest is he?
Neht decides that the answer to his problem is to rest his forehead on the table and pretend that he’s not here. Garan won’t see him that way. He’s pretty sure that’s how these things work.
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“Y’know, just might be a fact that the Labelle boy’s the smartest out of all these little princelings. Y’know why? He got the fuck outta there while he still could. Guess cowards and weaklings really do got the most smarts, huh?”
lordlabelle replied to your post:Stand still a moment.
[He reaches out and touches Neht’s hair without a word. Then, laughter that passes his lips is almost childlike in its glee.]
[He’s touching his hair. He’s touching his hair. Shey’s fellow is touching his hair. This is a thing that’s happening. Neht is stony-faced as he does the only thing that occurs to him in the situation: he reaches out and pats Garan’s hair.]
Stand still a moment.
Hm? Ah, alright, I’m standing, I’m still.
lordlabelle said: you’re choosing a losing battle, you know. i’m good at convincing. *very* good at convincing. labelles are notorious for i t.
I don’t care about other Labelles. Just you.
thongvor: [ Talk to me about Maven Blackbriar]
“Blakcbriar? From what I’ve heard, they’re just their own little slice of High Rock in Skyrim. Least they don’t prance around like Labelles.”
Why do you have twigs in your hair? Again?
There was a cat and I wanted to pet it but it kept seeing me and running away and it was too fast but then I remembered the fish that pretends to be a rock so it can eat other fish, so I thought that I could pretend to be a rock too to pet the cat, only I wasn’t pretending to be a rock, I was pretending to be a bush, so I put leaves and sticks in my hair and I was really quiet, but the cat was still too fast and that’s why I got twigs in my hair. They’re stuck, I think. I didn’t mean to get them stuck, I only wanted that cat to be my friend.