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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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[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.]