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[ Tossing his phone on the desk now that Hawke's in front of him, Rafe clucks his tongue in mild dismay. ]

Wouldn't you know it — missed the window. Just about five seconds ago I realized I had this deadline to make and that pun was just too much to tolerate.

[ Disappointed, he shakes his head and shrugs. Not that he can keep this up any longer than Hawke's supposed contrition. ]

Them's the breaks.

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[ RING RING, DUMBASS. And as soon as Flynn picks up the damn phone: ]

What do you mean, the locals are still shooting at you? How the fuck do you not call me the second this happens — instead you're bitching at me about sexting?! The hell, Harry!

[ Rafe's pissed as anything and in the middle of cutting things short to get back on site soon as possible. Half of it is indeed directed at Flynn was in charge and should've sent an update soon as it happened; the other half's saved for the jackasses he supposedly bribed to prevent all this.

Note how nowhere in this he cares about Flynn's sunburn. That's just what you get being British in the tropics. Sunscreen is a personal responsibility. ]

Edited 2017-10-08 06:57 (UTC)

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give it forty minutes for elmdale

god could they have gone any more generic with that name

[ where does a person even meet up in a place called elmdale?? are there even bars??? or is it a footloose sort of situation who even knows

at least he's bringing his own supplies tonight ]

[There's no mistaking that this place is awful. But in some ways it was more tolerable than Kirkwall. That's probably a strange thought to have considering he's apparently bound to turn into a monster, but maybe that says more about Kirkwall than Ryslig.

His feet dig into the soft sand beneath, cooled off as the sun finally set. Claws were just starting to really come out...same thing with his hands. He tries not to think about that though, the alcohol smothering these intrusive thoughts with a blanket of haze so he can instead focus on the cool sand and the breeze, the distant noise of the festival going on further down, and the edge of the waves barely touching his feet.

His thick reptilian tail lazily drags back and forth along the sand in...contentment? Weird thing to feel considering he's on his way to becoming a monster, but he's determined to enjoy whatever time he has left as himself. Before both his mind and body are taken completely. Part of him knows it's the booze, but he doesn't care.

He turns to Rafe, tail swishing about and making a deep line in the sand.]

Call me crazy, but it's a nice night, isn't it?

[He feels crazy for saying it. "Nice night"? He has horns and claws for Maker's sake. But that doesn't change the clear sky, the stars dotting the darkness of the night, and the gentle breeze.

And the company. He very much has come to enjoy Rafe's company. The harsh, unrelentingly blunt man is a strange sort of comfort and he still can't fully explain why.]

apparently, dueling with garden tools in Home Depot is strictly frowned upon

found crayons in my last pack of fags i can't help but feel you may be responsible

il cazzo di tuo marito è così grande? ;)

( to his credit, he really, really, really absolutely never meant to send rafe that or the picture of his dick that follows — or anything even close to the dick-region of his body, or like. even a goddamn selfie. zero sam-related imagery or sexting was meant to be sent to anyone with the name adler or any fucking adler affiliates. they operate on a strictly (mostly) professional text-only basis here unless it's pertaining to business. which this is definitely not. so, you know, you could say THIS WAS A HUGELY MASSIVE MISTAKE. and he's going to realize it in 3...

2...

1... )

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not!canon ryslig stuff 👀

tflns bc i had to