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[otiosity]

You've reached Hawke! Leave a message on this thing that I don't even remotely understand and I'll fumble my way to figure out how to answer your most important request.

Probably.

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[otiosity]

Of course I like you the way you are.

[She reaches out to pat his arm, trying to just roll past the use of her surname and just get to trying to get him to crack a smile.]

But everyone looks better in spectacles. Or well, at least already beautiful people do.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varrics will always smile for Hawkes. Whether the dwarf liked it or not, he was helpless in the face of the woman and her ways. It didn't take long for a smile to spread over his lips, even if it did come with a roll of his eyes.]

If that's true, then I'd certainly be interested in seeing what you looked like in glasses.

[otiosity]

I wore them when I was a super genius and used them to really drive home my cleverness. Everyone agreed they brought out my eyes.

[Actually, Tony called her a stupid hipster but she didn't know what that was so she decided it was a compliment.]

[neverheardofhim]

A super genius? [Sorry, Hawke, he's too busy laughing to form any other kind of response.]

[otiosity]

I was! Nate became a mage like me and I became a super genius like Tony. Check the network, it happened.

[Maybe pouting? Just a little?]

[neverheardofhim]

I believe you, Hawke. Absolutely.

[No he doesn't. He's still chortling and shaking his head.]

[otiosity]

You don't.

[She crosses her arms and flops against the couch in the picture perfect image of a pout.]

[neverheardofhim]

Not even a little. [Varric mimicked her posture with an exaggerated pout of his own. If nothing else, it felt good to let loose and mess around with his friend.]

[otiosity]

Then I shan't dignify you with my attention. People are desperate for it you know. They'd believe my brief foray into genius.

[CROSSES HER ARMS AND TURNS THE OTHER WAY.]

[neverheardofhim]

And I "shan't" dignify you with anymore alcohol

[Casually reaches for that bottle to steal it away once more.]

[otiosity]

[NOPE.

Hawke has longer arms so she's gonna just grab it and raise it over her head out of his reach.

After taking a swig of course.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Wow. Is Varric above attempting to climb on Hawke to get to it? After a drink or two and in the comfort of his own home -- absolutely not.]

[otiosity]

[And Varric is about as dense as Hawke is lean so this makes for a rather unpleasant experience for her. She chokes and tries to squirm away out from under him.]

Ow! Ow! You're crushing my tits! Stop!

[neverheardofhim]

[Thin as she is compared to his sheer beef, her efforts didn't really seem to have that much impact on his attempts. Nevertheless, he did collapse backward, efforts unsuccessful and trembling with laughter. He had half of a mind to ask "What tits" but... His laughter was far too suffocating for him to really speak.]

[otiosity]

[Hawke scowls dramatically and rubs her poor tit that he so rudely and harshly grabbed before taking another swig of booze to try and pretend like she's completely ignoring him laugh at her.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Hawke's lucky that Varric has a guilty conscience, at least when it comes to her. It isn't long until he's leaning over and peering up at her, both concerned and playful.]

I'm sorry, Chuckles.

[otiosity]

No you're not.

[Her pout intensifies and she slumps down on the couch with her fingers crossed, still sipping at the booze.

If he can tease, she can tease back!!]

[neverheardofhim]

[If teasing was what they were doing, then he had a jab for her.]

If you had any larger tits, I wouldn't be. But there wasn't much there to grab, sweetheart.

[otiosity]

There was enough for your massive, grubby hands to injure.

[She rubs her chest with an exaggerated pained look.]

[neverheardofhim]

What? Do you want me to kiss them better.

[He's done it once, he'll do it again, dammit. Just to shut her up.]