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[hlif]

There's a board outside Asher's tent by Boneflayer Camp City with daggers in it so you can tack a note onto it.  Or feel free to grab him in person or via the sending crystal.

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[hlif]

You should go.

[It's abrupt, and more than that it's cold; Asher's stare is unflinching now. Asher is used to almost everyone in his life being little more than a passing acquaintance. It's what happens when you're fifteen and you're told that there isn't a place for you. You don't care.

(You do. You just push it down. You laugh too loud. You shout. You cling too tight to the very few you love. You see red and then your hands are hot and wet and sticky with it when someone insulted them.)

That isn't for Kaisa. Maybe it will be, maybe it won't, he's already shoving Bronson off carefully and rising to his feet to put more distance between them, because tall as she is for a woman he's still taller and he folds his arms.]

Maybe try telling someone else and actually thinking. You get to keep a brother, a pity he never gave a lot of others a choice in the matter. [She doesn't need to know right now that he had a trip planned, he doesn't owe her anything and he can be as much of a bastard as he likes as he shrugs, feeling his mouth starting to curl into something that isn't really sure what it wants to be - a sneer, a snarl, a smirk.] I'm off anyway.

[unbrokenoath]

[ That's it, then. She tried to keep the friendship, and she failed. It stings, and she wishes that she hadn't bothered to try, because that would make it easier to pretend that she didn't care. No--that's petty. She's glad she tried.

She stands up, because even if she's shorter she's not sitting while he's standing--and also she has to walk and that requires standing. But also he's standing so. Lots of reasons for standing. She puts a hand on her hip, expression careless. Because, you know, she doesn't care. Whatever! ]

Yeah, fine. I got other stuff I gotta do. Have fun with whatever you're doing.

[ She makes to leave, then pauses, and despite that it will put a serious dent in her attempt to act like this didn't bother her, she turns around. Because she knows she'll regret it if she doesn't, and she knows that she has to act like an adult every once in a while. ]

...Are you coming back?

[hlif]

It'll be as much fun as pulling teeth.

[Well he'll get to see Aura and give her a gift, he'll get to tell her stories, see all the little nephews and nieces too, see how big in the belly Shannon is by now too because she has to be getting on by now and if she's close then he might stay a bit longer to see that one into the world.

When he shrugs, it doesn't come off as casual as he'd like but nothing does these days. His skin feels too tight, he feels trapped and cooped up, has done since the news came and he knows himself well enough to know that he needs to go before it turns bad. Still, he's angry, she's welcome to it.]

I might, I might not, comes with the territory. A lot of shit can happen between here and the Hinterlands or here and the Hold.

[unbrokenoath]

Pulling teeth can be fun if you're creative. And really drunk. Being drunk is important for it to be fun.

[ Despite the joke, her face is still solemn, and she still doesn't leave just yet, mulling over his words, and her own thoughts. She knows what the territory comes with, because it's not so different for Wardens. A violent death is in the cards for her, if she doesn't die from whatever this Corypheus jackass is pulling. Still. ]

Try not t' die if you can bare it. And if you can't, try to make sure it's not a really cool death, or I'll have to aim to do one better.