pc | Asa

[quirkwall]

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w0, mon

[quirkwall]

[ so. who knew all it took to ground a Hawke was to just sprawl on the floor and have a mabari declare it time for scritches and cuddles. though it is a bit hard to say if she decided to do this or ser snuffles just bowled her over at some point and began slobbering on her, rip ]


Yes, yes you're a very good boy. Goodness, it's like I haven't shown you any affection in months.


[ clearly she hasn't. gosh, hawke. ]

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[HELP

this is acceptable behavior. that is a good boy who just isn't allowed in asa's room, ever.

genuinely curious:]

... What kind of dog is he?

[quirkwall]

[ the more everyone sees him as a giant puppy, the less hawke has to worry about anyone being scared of the sheer amount of `teeth` ]

He's a full Mabari War Hound.

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[she scrunches her nose up, a little put off by the name.]

A war hound? Is that literal?

w1, mon

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[ IT'S A BEACH. i legit had to stare at my hands wondering if hawke has been to the coast before. probably not???? help me. the docks don't count.

ANYWAY, catch hawke wandering the beach, keeping on eye on ser snuffles somewhere in the distance excitedly splashing in and out of the water. cleaning him off is a much later problem she's not gonna think about right now ]

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[PUPPY... looks up when she notices hawke and snuffles approaching the area of the beach she's been chilling in. she has thankfully ditched the outfit she's been stuck with all of last week, switching it for something more comfortable and clean.]

He looks like he's having fun.

[quirkwall]

[ hey asa hi. she lifts her hand in greeting ]

It's his first beach. Kirkwall only has docks and ports and it's certainly nowhere to bring a dog.

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Really? [she looks a little surprised.] And there's no beach nearby you could travel to, either?

week two, monday.

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[imagine being powerful enough to write a proper starter during memshare week.

anyway— shadows immediately seize them and pull them into darkness, where they will experience a memory. enjoy!]

[quirkwall]

[ wow i can't believe i managed to save denji from some crazy ass nonsense only to dump him into p5's nonsense "wrong game ari" STILL. IS LIKE. CHAINSAW MAN OKAY

ahem. meanwhile, congrats on the absolute blank stare into the void while hawke processes literally all of this because the anders level of nonsense just gave her a palovian headache. ]

Well, that certainly is a right mess.

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[denji is better off in p5 it's fine

asa closes her fucking eyes, and immediately:]

Could you forget you ever saw that?

[quirkwall]

I suppose it won't help if I know someone with a rather similar backseat problem, hm?

w4, mon

[quirkwall]

[ get in loser we're going to the amusement park.



imagine if that was the only thing I wrote. ...actually. ]

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[HELP

extremely valid

asa sniffs the air, wrinkling her nose in disgust.]

It smells so greasy...

[quirkwall]

Have you ever been to one of these before?

[ hawke is like a kid on her first outing, her attention is on e v e r y t h i n g. she's gonna get whiplash from turning her head so constantly. oh maker, that smells incredible. ]

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[a shrug.]

I'm familiar with them, but I don't live by the beach. [so no boardwalk for her. she frowns, watching her get so giddy over all the food.] You really think it smells good?

week five, monday.

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[i have no idea if she's still gaston. maybe this is pre-gaston? shakes at whatever the fuck cursed y'all.

anyway, she is suddenly walking up to hawke and hugging her. hi. the vibes are rancid. it's like standing next to a dog, frothing at the mouth. she could throw another rock. but beneath that, there's a constant undercurrent of grief and exhaustion.]

I hate these stupid curses...

[quirkwall]

[ looks at the clock. :grimacing:

poor hawke just. Does Not Look at asaton and pats her gently on the probable shoulder ]

At least they're relatively short lived annoyances.

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[HELPPPP

she stares at hawke.]

Why are you patting my head?

[that is not her shoulder, ma'am.]

w6, mon

[quirkwall]

[ and here we are again!! hawke is for once, minding her own business with an overflowing pocket of spoils while she takes in the town, the munchies, and yet another church that definitely won't cause them problems this week-

anyway, that is to say, she'll wander into asa at some undetermined point. with rogue vibes that are far too mischievous to be from good behavior, she holds up her goods and grins slightly. ]

Grape?

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[immediately squints suspiciously.]

One.

[quirkwall]

[ hands her one grape. ok ]

w7, mon

[quirkwall]

[ IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOOOOWN do do do doooo

you'll find her in the npc's living room giving ser snuffles a thorough brushing while apparently giving him instructions. (ser snuffles otoh seems more interested in the soba bowl than her lecture) ]

-it worked out this way but do you best not to bite him in the butt, alright? he deserves it but we'll be right in the thick of things whenever we make it over to their nonsense.

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walking in on the middle of this rant, like—]

Um?

[quirkwall]

[ looks up like o hey ]

I figured he deserves to know what's happening too. We'll be heading into a completely different place after all. He's heard me complain enough about our monster problems the last thing we need is him taking offence.

[ read: she complained about everyone (daan) for so long she's thinking oh no he's gonna get his bits bit the second ser snuffles sees him ]