[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.]
Could you imagine trying to sneak up on somebody while needing a pair of glasses....? I'd be laughed off the property before they even remember to call guards.
[ why is your first thought trying to sneak attack somebody!!!! ]
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week five, monday.
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...
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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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she stares at hawke.]
Why are you patting my head?
[that is not her shoulder, ma'am.]
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Headpats are good for everything.
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These old eyes of mine surely can't be right all the time....
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[ why is your first thought trying to sneak attack somebody!!!! ]
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[ she says but we all know she's going to end up one of those cool grannies with some absolutely buckwild stories and cackling well into her 90's ]
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Don't I already? I simply no longer care.