.oo1 {day 383} | video

[sassgardian]

I find it all incredibly strange.

[His glance at the recording is serious and almost maudlin, but he manages a quiet laugh despite this.]

How so much can change, and yet, there is still such familiarity in it all.

[Fandral straightens and composes himself, and the smile returns.]

I find myself lacking in company tonight, friends. [His companions have been uncharacteristically quiet, though however unsettling that is--and it worries him greatly--he does not say.] And I find it would be remiss of me not to offer my own instead. Would anyone care to do me the honor of sharing drinks this evening?

[Because, priorities.]

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[sassgardian]

Nonsense, it's hardly your fault. [Now if we're talking scribes and storytellers from several centuries ago, it might be a different story.] But you are well-versed in flattery, I see.

[Fandral, please.]

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[applegoddess]

[She has to laugh at that.]

Nah, I guess I just try to be nice with people I like?

[Because at least until now, you've been nice to her.]

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[sassgardian]

Is that really so different?

[For him, flirtation is now so inextricably linked with his character (and he can't even remember when that had become a trait he could not divide himself from; if ever), that niceties and coquettish behavior are almost always the same. Even if he hardly intends to act upon it, it is rare that the divide between them exists. And rarer still when he acknowledges that divide as a demand of propriety.]

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[applegoddess]

Well, let's just say I have a bit of experience dealing with jerks...

[Well, she's a bit flirty herself, so she's rather having fun with this.]

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[sassgardian]

Experience in setting them to rights, I hope.

[As if he could ever admit even approaching said levels of jackassery. Say it isn't so.]

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[applegoddess]

Yeah, something like that... [She giggles.

Well, modern guys aren't as courteous as Fandral.]