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Hey, if you're still in the market, I think I found some of that leather softener I talked about for your horns. They still bothering you?
It's not the brand I'm used to, but the ingredients read the same. Should get the job done.
Well good to know you aren't picky.
Want to pick it up or should I come drop it off?
Want to pick it up or should I come drop it off?
I'm on a roll today!
Send me your address, I'll head over.
Send me your address, I'll head over.
[ Oh sweet Maker, he cannot believe that he's doing this. ]
...Bull. I have a-- ah... favour to ask of you.
[ But, it is something that must be done. ]
...Bull. I have a-- ah... favour to ask of you.
[ But, it is something that must be done. ]
Ah--
[ This really seemed like a good idea at the time. Now? He's not quite so sure. ]
--I could be mistaken, but given your-- ah-- reputation with everyone from Chantry Sisters to the tavern staff in Skyhold, you have some experience in... intimacy. Of the-- casual sort.
[ He is a grown man and assuredly not a virgin. This should not be so difficult. ]
--Before I say anything else, please tell me that you're alone and no one is listening in?
[ Private issues should remain private, particularly in this case. ]
[ This really seemed like a good idea at the time. Now? He's not quite so sure. ]
--I could be mistaken, but given your-- ah-- reputation with everyone from Chantry Sisters to the tavern staff in Skyhold, you have some experience in... intimacy. Of the-- casual sort.
[ He is a grown man and assuredly not a virgin. This should not be so difficult. ]
--Before I say anything else, please tell me that you're alone and no one is listening in?
[ Private issues should remain private, particularly in this case. ]
I generally try not to, but dually noted.
[ He glances at the address, but like most places here it really isn't all that hard to find. ]
Not far, I'll be there in twenty.
[ This he sends as he's already on his way on his bike, the softener tucked into a pocket of his biking jacket. It doesn't take him nearly twenty minutes, but maybe he had sped (like he needed a reason to do that), and Bull would have Kirk knocking on his door. ]
[ He glances at the address, but like most places here it really isn't all that hard to find. ]
Not far, I'll be there in twenty.
[ This he sends as he's already on his way on his bike, the softener tucked into a pocket of his biking jacket. It doesn't take him nearly twenty minutes, but maybe he had sped (like he needed a reason to do that), and Bull would have Kirk knocking on his door. ]
[ It takes him a moment to reply, mostly because he's schooling his voice into not sounding incredibly amused. Instead he makes sure he sounds patient, kind, understanding; he is, but there is admittedly something sort of hilarious about the Commander of the Inquisition trying to tiptoe around the fact that Bull is experienced. ]
You're not mistaken. And- well, the dragonling is listening, but she doesn't know how to talk.
[ Maybe he shouldn't let her listen? He doesn't know. ]
I can go in the other room, though.
You're not mistaken. And- well, the dragonling is listening, but she doesn't know how to talk.
[ Maybe he shouldn't let her listen? He doesn't know. ]
I can go in the other room, though.
[ As usual, every time someone knocks the dragonling is up and over to the door, growling curiously. Bull checks through the peephole with his good eye before he can be heard speaking to her in Qunlat, the word imekari popping up more than once. When he opens the door, he's gotten her hitched up in his arms despite the fact that she's the size of a deer and has a long enough neck to take a bite toward Jim's face, if she wanted to.
She doesn't, not yet, but she does hiss. Stranger danger. ]
Come on in -- let me just...
[ Bull steps back and sets her on the couch. ]
Safe, see? It's fine. [ He's talking to the dragon. ]
She doesn't, not yet, but she does hiss. Stranger danger. ]
Come on in -- let me just...
[ Bull steps back and sets her on the couch. ]
Safe, see? It's fine. [ He's talking to the dragon. ]
The dragonling is--
[ Cullen still cannot quite wrap his head around the sheer absurdity of the fact that Bull agreed to all of this for a dragon. But then again, he was more comfortable with everything about this place, and had a confidence that Cullen sadly lacked.
Which was the reason for this in the first place. ]
--No, that's fine. As I was saying-- [ Back to the matter at hand now. He takes a deep breath. ]
--I trust and respect you, both as a member of the Inquisition, and as a fr-- fellow warrior. As such, this is why I am asking you for your assistance in a-- personal matter.
[ He swallows again. ]
It has been... some time since I've been intimate with anyone.
[ Cullen still cannot quite wrap his head around the sheer absurdity of the fact that Bull agreed to all of this for a dragon. But then again, he was more comfortable with everything about this place, and had a confidence that Cullen sadly lacked.
Which was the reason for this in the first place. ]
--No, that's fine. As I was saying-- [ Back to the matter at hand now. He takes a deep breath. ]
--I trust and respect you, both as a member of the Inquisition, and as a fr-- fellow warrior. As such, this is why I am asking you for your assistance in a-- personal matter.
[ He swallows again. ]
It has been... some time since I've been intimate with anyone.
[ Not just for a dragon. Also to check the place out, make sure it's on the up-and-up.
But yeah, also for the dragon. ]
I'm happy to assist.
[ Not just because it'll be nice for him, too, but because Cullen's right. They are friends, and Cullen needs to be comfortable for this. He needs to know it's fine, that he's allowed to touch and be touched and want. He needs to learn how to be comfortable with it.
And Bull... well, he's a damn good teacher, if he says so himself. ]
This might be better to talk about in person. I know it's uncomfortable for you to say this much, but you can trust me with this.
But yeah, also for the dragon. ]
I'm happy to assist.
[ Not just because it'll be nice for him, too, but because Cullen's right. They are friends, and Cullen needs to be comfortable for this. He needs to know it's fine, that he's allowed to touch and be touched and want. He needs to learn how to be comfortable with it.
And Bull... well, he's a damn good teacher, if he says so himself. ]
This might be better to talk about in person. I know it's uncomfortable for you to say this much, but you can trust me with this.
[ He cocks his head, catching that particular word, curious about it, though it slides to the back of his mind when the door opens and he spies - well, a dragon. A real, live dragon. Scales and everything and sharp enough teeth to give him a second thought about reaching out to touch her.
He comes inside, shutting the door behind him, doing his best to look unimposing to the dragon, but smart enough to keep out of her immediate snapping range. ]
Guess I shouldn't stick my hand our for her to sniff then.
He comes inside, shutting the door behind him, doing his best to look unimposing to the dragon, but smart enough to keep out of her immediate snapping range. ]
Guess I shouldn't stick my hand our for her to sniff then.
[ He breathes a sigh of relief, though it might only be momentary. At the very least, he wasn't greeted with a laugh. ]
--Thank you.
[ He swallows again. ]
Ah-- What time works best for you?
--Thank you.
[ He swallows again. ]
Ah-- What time works best for you?
I-- suppose that works.
[ Not that he's really done all that much with his place.
Still, he tries desperately not to let his nerves get the better of him. ]
[ Not that he's really done all that much with his place.
Still, he tries desperately not to let his nerves get the better of him. ]
You can in a moment. She's just not used to people knocking.
[ She is really rather large; deer-sized, clearly going to grow into her wings, but her head is large and so are her teeth and claws. ]
Come here, right up along my side, rib to rib. Smelling like me will help, plus she'll see that I don't think you're a threat.
[ She is really rather large; deer-sized, clearly going to grow into her wings, but her head is large and so are her teeth and claws. ]
Come here, right up along my side, rib to rib. Smelling like me will help, plus she'll see that I don't think you're a threat.
[ That might just be what you get for keeping a dragon as a pet, Bull. Still, one day, he'd like to see that. ]
I... wouldn't mind some ale.
[ He sounds perhaps a litle more at ease as he gives Bull his address, wondering if maybe all of the Inquisition ought to pool their money and buy a proper place. ]
There are worse fates, I suppose.
I... wouldn't mind some ale.
[ He sounds perhaps a litle more at ease as he gives Bull his address, wondering if maybe all of the Inquisition ought to pool their money and buy a proper place. ]
There are worse fates, I suppose.
[ Rather large is an understatement, and Kirk remembered the last time he had come up against a creature full of teeth about this size, larger even. It hadn't been the best experience of his life, but something about her being a dragon kept any initial fear at bay. He moved up to Bull, tucking against his side as he watched the she-dragon on the couch.
His life had officially taken a very strange turn, hadn't it? ]
I feel like now is the time to say "be very, very quiet, I'm hunting rabbit".
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