11-15-2018, 11:05 AM
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"I really don't know whether I'm supposed to avert my eyes or not." Hairless cats always had this effect with Hawke, and he frequently confused them for naked mole rats. The few times he had mentioned that mix-up hadn't ended on the best of terms - when did any encounter end remarkably well for Hawke? - and with that in mind, in retrospect, he likely should not have mentioned the baldness at all. He could not discern from a glance whether the little creature was hairless by nature or choice; both had their own minefields for Hawke to stroll through and hope he didn't lose a leg or four. Maker, but he was terrible with children and the downtrodden, so for both of his worst fears to culminate in a single person must be a middle finger from Andraste for taking her name in vain one too many times.
He considered the shaved child a few moments longer, grateful that he would not have to handle this situation entirely himself. "I'll find you something to eat, how does that sound?" It was hilarious, truly, that he was swiftly disarmed by children when beasts with far more teeth hadn't received a blinked eye, but Hawke could not laugh.
"I really don't know whether I'm supposed to avert my eyes or not." Hairless cats always had this effect with Hawke, and he frequently confused them for naked mole rats. The few times he had mentioned that mix-up hadn't ended on the best of terms - when did any encounter end remarkably well for Hawke? - and with that in mind, in retrospect, he likely should not have mentioned the baldness at all. He could not discern from a glance whether the little creature was hairless by nature or choice; both had their own minefields for Hawke to stroll through and hope he didn't lose a leg or four. Maker, but he was terrible with children and the downtrodden, so for both of his worst fears to culminate in a single person must be a middle finger from Andraste for taking her name in vain one too many times.
He considered the shaved child a few moments longer, grateful that he would not have to handle this situation entirely himself. "I'll find you something to eat, how does that sound?" It was hilarious, truly, that he was swiftly disarmed by children when beasts with far more teeth hadn't received a blinked eye, but Hawke could not laugh.
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LAUGHING WITH A MOUTH FULL OF BLOOD ✕