To: NATHANIEL RENDON HOWE
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i know we haven’t spoken in a while, i apologize, grey warden business
i merely wished to offer my sympathies. you have my number, as always.
Nate? It has been awhile.
I’m glad to hear from you, though. Thank you.
You should come visit. I’m at the keep, now.
DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT HOWE! HE NEEDS A SAFE SPACE AND HE WILL FIND IT HERE!
NOT EVEN THE FUCKING TIME!
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…it would be you. of course.
amell has told me of your “adventures” involving her liquor cabinet, the hawke boy, and a nug, cousland. i suggest if you wish no one else to know, you reconsider your last text.
THAT NUG WAS YOU…ER… YOURS.
IF YOU WISH NO ONE ELSE TO KNOW ABOUT THAT I SUGGEST KEEPING A LID ON THAT PUCKER OF YOURS, HOWE.
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i’m not completely sure why i should be ashamed of that, cousland
let’s be fair, you weren’t all that disappointing
WAIT WUT?
>:|
NATHANIEL RENDON FUCKING HOWE.
YOU DID NOT JUST…
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FILTHY LIES AND YOU KNOW IT.
YOU TAKE IT BACK. ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY EVERYTHING?
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CAN I NOT FALL INTO A DRUNKEN STUPOR FOR FIVE HOURS WITHOUT YOU TWO STARTING SOME BULLSHIT?
THAT'S IT, BOTH OF YOU PLAY NICE, WE'RE ALL GOING TO THE KEEP TO DRINK AND IF ANYONE GETS OUT OF LINE THEY'RE GETTING MIND BLASTED INTO THE NEXT AGE
THIS INCLUDES YOU, HOWE.












