voice;

[whathawksdo]

[ How long has it been? About eight days? Nine? Since Hawke had been minding her own business on an errand in Heropa. Eight whole days of total radio silence from her, save for the unfortunate few who ran afoul of her in Pan's jungle. Of which at least one or two was likely not expecting to hear from her again and yet... ]

Word of advice to those who don't realize this, but if you do kill another imPort, try not to bury them.

[ She sounds absolutely haggard, voice scratchy and dry and short on breath altogether. Since, hey, you try being dead and buried for a few days and come out sounding just fine, okay? ]

Because, surprise, we do come back! And clawing your way out of your own grave? You don't even want to know... how inconvenient that is. I could go on forever and ever, but...

[ How about she just doesn't, instead? It's only a weak attempt to make light of it, not a real offer to expand upon. ]

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[whathawksdo]

No, no, it was more... shifty dirt.

[ Some slang, forever meant to go right over Hawke's head. ]

And, huh, I suppose I should keep that in mind. I've gotten a chair out onto a roof before. [ Although she sounds a little dubious of that, since winter will have set in back in De Chima. ] Or... I don't know. Visit a farm. Something like that.

[akito]

...Fuck! 'Hardcore' as in 'that was really badass' as in 'awesome' if you don't know what badass means either! Tch! And if you don't know what awesome means then you're a fucking dumbass!


Who the hell needs a chair? Just sit on the shingles, moron! And farms smell like shit.

[whathawksdo]

[ Okay, what the hell? Hawke isn't in the mood for even more bratty kids. ]

Oh, sure, sit on the shingles, if you want to look like a hooligan. [ Huff. Honestly. ] And of course farms smell like shit. What do you think most of your food grows in?

[akito]

How the fuck does it make you a hooligan? It's convenient! And who gives a shit what you look like, huh?! If anyone's going to make a big deal out of it that's their problem not yours!

And I don't care what my food is grown in! It doesn't mean I want to hang around a place that reeks so bad of shit I can taste it!

[whathawksdo]

You can't even pretend to be lord of the neighborhood without a chair up there, so of course I care about what it looks like.

[ She's done this before. It isn't particularly mature of her, but... Shut up, don't judge. ]

Look, I don't mind the advice, but it's been a long day. I don't have the patience for a screaming child right now.