TLV: IC Contact

[sixfeetofdirt]

Careful; I bite.

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[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion tsks at him, but he's smiling.

"Jacob, if this is your idea of dress-up, I don't even know what to say to you."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Not this," he laughs, nudging his shoulder as he leads the way out. "You were supposed to find me some new clothes since my shot was better."

In a very fair contest.

[sixfeetofdirt]

"Ah, yes. Well. You seem to have neglected to place any conditions around your request? I'm sure I can find some lovely petticoats in the communal wardrobe."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"I'm sure you can, but you won't get me in them," he snorts.

[sixfeetofdirt]

Astarion huffs, though he's still in good spirits.

"Fine. I'll pick out something very predictable and masculine for you."

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He shamelessly grabs his ass. "There we go," he snorts, opening the door for him.