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Solas shifted in his seat, laptop warming his lap as he looked at the screen thoughtfully. Rereading notes always seemed redundant, but he was nevertheless thorough. A pair of glasses was temporarily hiked up onto his forehead, resting there to give his eyes a break.
As the years had passed from the hundreds into the thousands and Thedas began to turn from castles to skyscrapers, huts to apartment buildings made of brick and steel, Solas had to adapt- as did the valkyrie he currently shared an apartment with. On a phone and lounging on the couch across from him, Solas and Phenix did not get along all the time, but shared immortality and experiences made them tolerable of each other.
As a job, Solas had taken a spot in a newspaper, writing articles that ranged from culture to magic to history. Called ‘Picking Sundries’, he usually described it as explaining many things people overlooked or ignored. Being with the company for many years, he earned a pretty penny. More than he would have expected for sharing his knowledge. Managing a blog about the same subjects under a penname had been a good decision as well.
“They’re opening the Orlesian Chateau in the Emerald Graves again. We could access it legally this time.”
Tears and Rain || KakuTen
Tinha começado a chover e Kakuzu tinha esquecido o guarda chuva em casa. Definitivamente não queria ter que voltar ao trabalho encharcado e pegar o carro para andar só dois quarteirões estava fora de cogitação.
Em vez disso fez o mais lógico, entrou no primeiro estabelecimento que viu. Era mesmo hora do almoço então, tecnicamente, não fazia diferença em que restaurante comia (desde que não fosse caro, obviamente).
Mal tinha achado uma mesa para se sentar quando a porta se abrira novamente e se pegou encarando a mulher que entrava. Tenten. A ultima pessoa que ele gostaria de ver. Tentou olhar para o outro lado, torcendo para que ela não o notasse, mas duvidava que a sorte estivesse ao seu favor.