Aveline huffs out a disbelieving snort at that as she starts to work on her armor. At least it’s just a small spot on her gauntlet and not a huge blemish on her breastplate or something. Small mercies. Maker’s breath.
“You refuse to indulge in politeness because Kirkwall’s brand of polite is the same as the Orlesians’,” Aveline points out, scrubbing with all of her strength, as though the spot is responsible for all of her current troubles. “Mostly because Kirkwall has a bunch of Orlesians.”
Some of them can be tolerable; Aveline will give them that. Most are terrible and they give her a headache on the daily.
“And also because you can’t keep your jokes to yourself.” Or her bad puns or her sass or anything else. Which is partly why Aveline sticks around her. Hawke does make a good counterpoint for Aveline’s gruffness. But even beyond that, they’ve made an inseparable friendship and Aveline won’t easily let that go.
Another laugh follows Hawke’s suggestion and Aveline feels a good deal of her tension wash out of her. Leave it to Hawke to help her ginger-haired friend relax, even while working.
“How about we go punch some sense into them instead?” she suggests wryly, despite knowing that won’t happen at all. It would be nice if they could.
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Date: 2018-01-16 12:21 am (UTC)“You refuse to indulge in politeness because Kirkwall’s brand of polite is the same as the Orlesians’,” Aveline points out, scrubbing with all of her strength, as though the spot is responsible for all of her current troubles. “Mostly because Kirkwall has a bunch of Orlesians.”
Some of them can be tolerable; Aveline will give them that. Most are terrible and they give her a headache on the daily.
“And also because you can’t keep your jokes to yourself.” Or her bad puns or her sass or anything else. Which is partly why Aveline sticks around her. Hawke does make a good counterpoint for Aveline’s gruffness. But even beyond that, they’ve made an inseparable friendship and Aveline won’t easily let that go.
Another laugh follows Hawke’s suggestion and Aveline feels a good deal of her tension wash out of her. Leave it to Hawke to help her ginger-haired friend relax, even while working.
“How about we go punch some sense into them instead?” she suggests wryly, despite knowing that won’t happen at all. It would be nice if they could.