Okay, Varric may have been crammed halfway up his own ass right then, but he could STILL tell that something was wrong. Her answer wasn't half as smartass as it should be, nor did it seem quite as happy as you'd expect.
Shit.
"Shit. Come on, Hawke," Varric said appeasingly, some of his genuine snark creeping back into his voice. "Don't give me the kicked-puppy eyes. What'd I say wrong? Were you expecting a condescending big brother talk, or maybe some long-winded judgment? I'm no Blondie."
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Date: 2017-11-19 10:43 am (UTC)Shit.
"Shit. Come on, Hawke," Varric said appeasingly, some of his genuine snark creeping back into his voice. "Don't give me the kicked-puppy eyes. What'd I say wrong? Were you expecting a condescending big brother talk, or maybe some long-winded judgment? I'm no Blondie."