For now, he's heading back towards the door they came in through - and the
torch disappears from his hand when he crosses the threshold. A moment of
surprise, then:
[ Yeah. Nothing from in there exists out here. So if you eat food made in there, you can taste it but you'd be hungry again once you left. Just so you know. ]
[You're allowed to touch me if we're sharing, yes. Pull me off. And if you'd like to share for some reason, like a discussion where you want a better read on me or you need to be sure I get it or you want to show me something, we can.
But you can also just ask me to separate. Either way is fine.]
And he'll take that as the cue to carefully pop off of Astarion's shoulder. The feeling of warm fondness fades as he does and as the feeling returns to his arm, the scent of the barge returns to his nose.
At the same time, the yellow robes will flow from the edges of the mask until John is in his more 'normal' form.
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I barely even notice it myself, these days. It's just...background noise. Background smell. You know what I mean.
But I do like hearing you experience it for the first time.
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[ I do.
And I like it too. Thank you for sharing with me.
Maybe I could show you Arkham next time. It's where Arthur lives, but it's the first place I got to see after the Dark World. ]
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I'd appreciate that. Thank you, John.
For now, he's heading back towards the door they came in through - and the torch disappears from his hand when he crosses the threshold. A moment of surprise, then:
...I suppose I should have seen that coming.
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So I can't drain anything and feel the benefit when I leave? I suppose if that were true, nobody would need to cook.
He closes the door behind them, then reaches for the mask on his shoulder, then hesitates before touching it.
Should you, or can I just...?
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But you can also just ask me to separate. Either way is fine.]
And he'll take that as the cue to carefully pop off of Astarion's shoulder. The feeling of warm fondness fades as he does and as the feeling returns to his arm, the scent of the barge returns to his nose.
At the same time, the yellow robes will flow from the edges of the mask until John is in his more 'normal' form.
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Astarion rolls both his shoulders and takes a deep breath.
"...Thank you for joining me, John."
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