She asked— [ He needs a second to put one and one together, but then he snorts, grinning, and gives Zevran's toes a full-handed squeeze strong enough to pop any joints that are in need of it. ] I miss her. [ Genuine, subdued; he brightens quickly, though, to add, ] No one ever defends my virtue anymore.
[ As for Zevran's birthday—Alistair only grins, willing to let him be a skeptic if he wants to be. For now. One last gentle dig of his thumbs into his arches, then Alistair lets go of his feet and clambers and flops to lie alongside him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you up.
[ He isn't sorry, and he doesn't sound it. He sounds pleased with himself. But the arm he holds out to invite Zevran to re-nestle is a little apologetic, sort of. ]
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Date: 2016-01-26 07:17 am (UTC)[ As for Zevran's birthday—Alistair only grins, willing to let him be a skeptic if he wants to be. For now. One last gentle dig of his thumbs into his arches, then Alistair lets go of his feet and clambers and flops to lie alongside him. ]
I'm sorry I woke you up.
[ He isn't sorry, and he doesn't sound it. He sounds pleased with himself. But the arm he holds out to invite Zevran to re-nestle is a little apologetic, sort of. ]