You're drunk. [Is the cry of a man too amused and too tilted to even considering arguing that he has seen a respectably singular moon arched high within its cosmic perch before coming here, his own grin easily met when Fenris' stare turns his way, looking sharper than cut glass.]
Toshy means—
[Feom a forearms' length away, Astarion shifts his bounty of stolen cups to gesture slackly with one hand— fingertips less loose than the wrist attached to them, but they all sway rapidly back and forth in the open air, trying to muddle his thoughts like someone extracting pulp from hardened fruit.]
Garbage. Crude. Errh....lower cl [something clicks there belatedly, knocking the wheels out from under his expression, and making the very last part of his prior explanation just:] ass....
What do you mean you speak three langusges.
[According to that last word Astsrion is struggling with one.]
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Toshy means—
[Feom a forearms' length away, Astarion shifts his bounty of stolen cups to gesture slackly with one hand— fingertips less loose than the wrist attached to them, but they all sway rapidly back and forth in the open air, trying to muddle his thoughts like someone extracting pulp from hardened fruit.]
Garbage. Crude. Errh....lower cl [something clicks there belatedly, knocking the wheels out from under his expression, and making the very last part of his prior explanation just:] ass....
What do you mean you speak three langusges.
[According to that last word Astsrion is struggling with one.]