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Josephine had brought a rather precarious incident to Theo’s attention; one that needs to be resolved sooner rather than later.
Apparently someone had thrown bricks at one of Skyhold’s recently finished windows. Sure, it’s a trivial detail in the larger picture, but it’s still a problem that needs to be handled. Somebody is technically assaulting the stronghold — even if the intention isn’t to harm anybody inside, the designer’s feelings excluded.
"Excuse me," Theo says, disapproving expression on his face, "But what do you think you’re doing?”
"I'm helping you redecorate," she murmurs, hefting another chunk of brick and mortar. A small pile lays by her feet, scavenged from underneath the scaffolds whenever the workers decide to take a break. Whomever has decided to approach her doesn't warrant eye contact just yet, the slab in her hand suddenly sailing through the air to impact high on Skyhold's wall, a shower of stone shards spraying off into the wind.
"Fuck," comes the mutter, the word spat out onto the ground in a splatter of dissatisfaction. One window yet remains intact up above, and making a final attempt at destruction isn't really an option with Theo bearing down on her. "You've got real nasty wasp nests up there. Been trying to knock 'em down all morning. You wanna give it a go?" The question is asked in a bright, unassuming tone, a brick offered to the Inquisitor as she continues to examine her handiwork, one hand planted on her hip.
Please look up, please look up, please look up...









