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[carefulapostate]

[Leave a message by carrier pigeon, or some newfangled contraption, and he'll respond in kind]

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4/1, misfire;

[originallutece]

Your hideous little pet is living with my corsets again. Kindly remove him.

[carefulapostate]

I can assure you, I have no such pets. If such a pet is getting in your personal thing, have you not considered finding a better place for them?

[originallutece]

[Oh, for crissake . . .]

My apologies. This was meant for my roommate, whose pet snake is fond of lurking around my things for god only knows what reason. And because it's his pet, I can hardly get rid of him or find another place for him; Dorian would have a fit.

[carefulapostate]

You room with Dorian? I was unaware he could house a person alongside his ego.

[originallutece]

Well. We do live in a townhouse. Three floors seems to have proven enough.

I take it you know him, then.

[carefulapostate]

Of course. Nothing less would be suitable.

We know each other, yes.

[originallutece]

Are you going to tell me how, or shall I guess?

[carefulapostate]

We share a homeworld. We worked together for some time a few years ago.

[originallutece]

Really? What's your name?

[carefulapostate]

I go by Solas. I have my doubts Dorian has a flattering opinion of me, if he has mentioned me at all.

[originallutece]

Ah.

The one who hit him, yes?

[carefulapostate]

[...Did Dorian actually recant this story to people? Of course he would.]

I was defending myself.

[originallutece]

Oh? Do tell. I've only heard his side of it.

[carefulapostate]

We got into a quarrel, he threw the first punch, and I retaliated. Admittedly not my proudest moment, but I did not start the conversation with the intent to turn it into a brawl.

[originallutece]

Admirable, I suppose. What was the quarrel about?

[why are you so nosy ros]