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[ It isn't that long later that he appears; shoulders tense, jaw set, fingers moving to curl into fists. He's tense, noticeably so, painfully so if Iron Bull was to look at him. He knocks once before letting himself in. ]

Your dragon hasn't taken up residence in my seat again, has it?

[ A drink or five really isn't going to solve any problems. But Bull doesn't know enough about Felix, doesn't yet know enough about what is going on in Dorian's head, and he has to use the tools he's got. So he lets Dorian in, Dawnstone chirping happily at a familiar face before going to chew on a rawhide bone in the kitchen. ]

Nah, she's got a treat of her own to deal with. It'll keep her busy for a little bit.

[ No, it won't solve any problems. But Dorian isn't looking to solve any problems, avoid them definitely but not solve them. How does one solve his problem anyhow? Felix was dead, he was supposed to be dead, and now he isn't. For all the joy he knows he should feel he is knotting up inside instead. He casts a quick glance at the dragon, his usual sharp regard of the dragon missing. ]

Maker's breath, you are spoiling her worse than a Ferelden man would his mabari.

[ He shakes his head, trudging across the floor to rest in the spot he claimed for himself a while ago. ]

[Give him a second...okay, video time.]

Let's see it, then!

Sadly, not on me. I forgot to pack them in my suitcase.

_{[ Even so, it's hard to think of her getting that big, though he had
come across creatures near the size. He had nearly gotten eaten by one on
an ice planet only a year or so ago, the thought making him shudder.
Experiences he did not want to repeat...}

Kirk smiled at the chirrup, stroking along he side with more confidence, fingering at the edges of her scales, tracing the pattern they formed, surprised at how warm she felt, thick and solid too. He looked to the sniffing dragon, making a soft cooing sound in the back of his throat. ]

You're a gorgeous lady, did you know that?

One minute- Dawnstone! C'mere girl!

[ There's a pause, then the click-click-clack of claws. A bit like a dog, only larger. Heavier. And-

There.

The confused chirp of a dragonling, coming to clamber up on Bull's lap. ]

Ah- there you go.

Mabari don't breathe fire, [ Bull points out, grabbing the bottle of absinthe off the counter. He'd gotten it out within a few minutes after hanging up. ]

Here's the stuff. Told you it was green.

Or smell as bad when went.

[ Dorian idly muses, cocking his head to the side. He doesn't hold back the bark of laughter that leaves him at the bottle. ]

Sweet Maker, you weren't kidding. Lets hope it is as strong as you think.

[ Yes, yes she does. Dawnstone chirps back at the coo, tilting her head a bit like a dog when someone finds a spot they like being scratched at. ]

Spoiled girl, [ Bull laughs again. ] Want to give her a treat?

They said something about lighting it on fire when I bought it.

[ So who knows, right? Here, he'll unscrew the bottle cap and offer it to Dorian first. ]

Are we sure this isn't from Thedas? It is sounds almost remarkably similar to Dragon's Piss.

[ He screws his nose up slightly, giving the bottle a funny look before taking it from his grasp. Caution to the wind. He isn't in the mindset to squint and question, so he throws back a mouthful without a moment of hesitation -

And regrets it immediately.

Dorian gags eyes wide and it takes a lot of effort not to simply drop the bottle and let it break upon the floor, he shoves it back into Bull's grip.

Bad idea, bad idea, very bad idea. ]

Bull, do you have a moment?

For you, Boss? Always.

[ Dorian Pavus can and does hold his liquor. The fact that just one swallow is enough to send him scrambling makes Bull's eye widen, his hand fastening around the bottle as he moves as quickly as he can over Dawnstone (which is not an easy feat) to grab a bowl.

Here, Dorian. Feel free to spit. Or vomit. ]

So. That bad?

[ Give him a moment, or two, or maybe three. Blindly he takes the bowl tightly and spits, frantically almost, as if the motion alone would rid the taste from his mouth. ]

Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.

Really?

[ Because he's pretty sure you've said things like that before, Dorian. Let him just take another look at the bottle. ]

I guess it's my turn, then.

Really.

[ He is serious about it this time! Very serious! He coughs a few a couple more times before putting the bowl aside, focusing on Bull. Lets see how you like it. ]

[ Well, bottoms up! He takes his shot from the bottle and swallows.

And makes a face, one large hand coming over to pound on his own chest. ]

Wow. You weren't kidding. That is- bad.

[ If he wasn't so upset about the foul taste in his mouth he might've laughed, he smacks his lips together instead. ]

I'm not one for kidding when it comes to something so important as my drinks, Bull. [ Dorian pulls a face, shaking his head. ] Lets try something else shall we? Something that isn't going to make me vomit all over your floor.

You know that Solas is gone.

[ Since Cole had made that post. ]

We went to speak with the representative about it. She told us that he left willingly...and also asked that they take him back to before he made the decision so he would not remember his time here.

[ Truth be told, it's unsettling. Not just their capabilities but that Solas had specifically asked for all of this. Or so they claimed. ]

Did you speak with him before he left? Do you know why he would do this?

i could ask you the same question i just asked hiccup (have there been dragon playdates yet)
but instead
how would you feel about a spar tomorrow?

we're working on it.

positive. armed, unarmed...?

[ Urgh. Nasrin can't see it but Bull reaches up, scratches at his stubble. ]

No, I didn't. But- he left, back home. After we defeated Corypheus. Wouldn't say why to that, either. Didn't at the time, wouldn't give me or Dorian much here, either.

Right. We'll give this to- shit, I don't know. People we don't like.

[ Solas come back. ]

I've got whiskey. And some- fizzy brown stuff [ Coca-Cola, it's Coca-Cola ] that I'm told it mixes with pretty well.

A shame that Solas has left. Again.

[ Yes, he will voice his opinion on that and leave it at that.

Blegh, the taste is still in his mouth. ]

Sounds much better than the green death.

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