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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[byblow]

I think it's all women.

And all men, come to think of it.

Except elves. I'm not sure why. Maybe they're so surprised I'm not violently oppressing them that it takes them longer to notice the rest of me—

[ He's doing it again. He stops. ]

I'm joking. It's because I'm adorable and elves have particularly good eyesight.

crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[ombranera]

[ Zevran was about to say- but Alistair catches himself. If there is one thing he's always been good at it's self correction after a problem's been pointed out.

Well.

For the most part. ]

You are adorable, this is true. How is it you still have boyish charms at thirty?

crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[byblow]

[ For some part. When it isn't a matter of trying to forcibly contain his many noisy feelings or doing something that feels like Caring Less instead of Caring More. ]

Loads of practice. I was working on my innocent scamp faces when I should have been working on minding my blind spots.

[ Just in case anyone thought he was done dwelling. He's not. But he tries to be productive about it, this time: ]

Do you think you'll be up for helping me with that when I'm back?

crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[ombranera]

Alistair- [ No, no. Not going to get into that. ] I will have to find someone willing to spar with me in the meantime- but yes. I think I might manage that.

crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[byblow]

[ Oh no, Zevran out and about and sparring with people, what a horrible and entirely unforeseen side-effect. ]

Thanks, Zev. I can let you go back to your, ah. Crowpile.

crystal, "tomorrow," as promised

[ombranera]

[ It won't sink in until he's already made a point to do so but- sneaky, Alistair.

So sneaky. ]

Rest well, my friend, and dream of lovely women.