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[ofkirkwall]

( anders )

Are you busy? [ A beat. ] I may have gotten into a fight with something sharp that may, or may not, be used in the murdering of slavers, bandits and thugs.

[ A lengthy pause this time and a faint hiss. ] Let's just say it won the fight and gave me a rather uncomfortable present for my trouble. So can you give me a hand? I did try to heal it myself, but that little venture ended with a sticky and stained shirt.

It has be considering swearing off healing forever--Maker's breath, I'm utterly useless at it.

So help? Please? Think of my shirt!
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[antitemplar]

[ .... pfffft. hawke. :3 this brings a bit of a smile to his face]

Pray tell, what were you doing around sharp things again? After last time? [whatever last time was, he's just joking around lol]

aww yeah

[ofkirkwall]

Minding my own business and then it pounced! It was terribly frightening.

[antitemplar]

I imagine. Well, don't go anywhere, lest they come back for more. I'll be there soon.

[ofkirkwall]

My hero! [ There's a resounding bark in the background. ]

[antitemplar]

... Is that who I think it is? [bark ... 8(]

[ofkirkwall]

It is. [ LISTEN TO HOW HAPPY SHE IS ABOUT IT. ]

[antitemplar]

... Well, I suppose that means you'll have to meet my new little furry friend, too.

[ofkirkwall]

New?

[antitemplar]

Well, maybe new isn't the right word ...

Ser Pounce decided to show up in my stocking for ... what was it called again? Christ-mas?

[ofkirkwall]

So we'll get to the meet the ferocious little cat that caused you to leave the Wardens. [ She's sure there were other reasons but still. ]

Better make a move on then Anders, this shirt of mine is in terrible peril.

[antitemplar]

"Made me soft", my arse ... [mutter mutter alksdjas] And I'm on my way right now. [JOGGIN' OVER TO HER ROOM]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Total bullshit, Hawke bets he already waste soft even before he got the cat. Figuratively, of course.

HURRY UP ANDERS, RUN FASTER. ]

[antitemplar]

[AHHAHAA yeah p. much.

HE WILL BE THERE SOON okay in a minute. Or three. KNOCK KNOCK]

[ofkirkwall]

It's open. [ Dog's gonna bark at the door, he can't open it gosh--while Hawke sits at her writing desk, looking rather unhappy with the growing red stain on the right sleeve of her shirt. ]

[antitemplar]

[opens the door .... and immediately sees that red stain. WOW. HE. should have guessed that she was sort of not fully informing him how bad this wound is aksldjalsd he'll just be coming over there immediately D:]

It seems your shirt didn't get the worst of the damage.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Yeah, especially considering there is no tear in her shirt. WELP. ]

A lucky shot. It's not as bad as it looks. [ Remember this is the woman who fought the freaking Arishok even after he took his bloody axe to her gut. Although this one might be a little bad, just a little. ]

[antitemplar]

So you tripped over a battle axe, or ... ?

[healing that up right now fff]

[ofkirkwall]

Wrestling Dog, actually. [ She shifts a little, flexing her fingers. Thank the Maker Anders is better at this than she is. ]

[antitemplar]

... [leers over at Dog. WAY TO BE, DOG]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Dog knows what he did wrong and is sort of hiding under the bed. HE'S SORRY. ]

Don't blame him, I'm the one who thought it was a good idea.

[antitemplar]

[well, at least he knows 8|]

You really ought to be more careful.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She scoffs, like the very idea is stupid. ]

I'm always careful.