[ That's not true at all. Alistair holds his hands—the only part of him that's cold—toward the coals. ]
You know you're the only friend I have who really chose me, right? Not during the Blight, I know you were... [ Under duress, or being a hero, or varying combinations of the two. ] But afterwards, you didn't have to write me, and you did. That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me. My feet would survive without you, but the rest of me—ehh.
[ Overdone, wincing uncertainty, followed by a quick sideways glance to see if it's working at all. ]
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Date: 2016-01-15 01:20 am (UTC)[ That's not true at all. Alistair holds his hands—the only part of him that's cold—toward the coals. ]
You know you're the only friend I have who really chose me, right? Not during the Blight, I know you were... [ Under duress, or being a hero, or varying combinations of the two. ] But afterwards, you didn't have to write me, and you did. That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me. My feet would survive without you, but the rest of me—ehh.
[ Overdone, wincing uncertainty, followed by a quick sideways glance to see if it's working at all. ]
If you pick a birthday, I'll rub your feet.