"You say that. Just wait until I get all cleaned up. Then you'll love me in clothes again," he teases. "You ready to go back? I think Mae's had enough?"
"Good. I - really don't want to watch Survivor, but I was able to get something better. I was out fishing and this kid - Hanna - do you know him? He came by."
Jacob perks up considerably at the mention of his little hobbies.
"Maybe. We didn't talk that much about anything. But he did manage to hook a fish and he reminded me of this show called River Monsters. About big, ugly fish. So that's what we're watching."
He laughs to himself, realizing how stupid it might sound.
"This doesn't sound like it's going to endear me to the rural lifestyle,"
Astarion chuckles. "Though rivers occur in cities too, I suppose. I saw
some truly atrocious things being hauled out of the Chionthar."
"Oh - gnolls, the occasional troll, slimes and whatever they'd
been...digesting. Most things are vile after spending a few days getting
waterlogged and rotten
Oh - there was a drider, once." He pauses, then adds for context: "Humanoid
from the waist up, giant spider from the waist down."
"They're not usually seen above ground," Astarion says, following him in.
"I doubt it was trying to swim. More likely it got into a fight with
something and lost."
Once they're inside and Mae is at his feet, he slides an arm around Astarion with a smirk. "Seems like a way to trash your river, but hey. Maybe it helps."
"I'm sure you've got myths and legends and folklore and all that. I've found that the real monsters, the things that we've actually seen, are more interesting than the things we've made up. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster...stuff like that - just legends. Monsters. Anyway, that's not as interesting as the stuff they've actually found in the oceans," he explains, in a string of words much longer than most any he's put together. He feels a bit like he's rambling, so he stops, but there's a part of him that has relaxed since port.
Another laugh. "Yeah. Let's drop off Mae and we'll find something in the library." A change of plans isn't necessarily a bad thing for Jacob. He's happy enough to spend time with Astarion like this. Being friends.
"I'll cover your eyes at the scary parts with tentacles, alright?"
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Astarion laughs and gives him a little nudge.
"Would you be willing to let me tear your clothes off if you didn't think I could mend them afterwards?"
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Astarion giggles, then, high and quick.
"Don't say that, Jacob, or I'm never going to pick up a needle again."
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She is on her back, snoozing.
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Astarion does not have some kind of seizure over the L word, but it's a close thing.
"It seems we've exhausted her for the day, yes. Lead the way."
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He smiles faintly.
"I'd like that very much."
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Jacob perks up considerably at the mention of his little hobbies.
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"I know of him." Mostly for his participation in temporarily transforming the ship into a monster-infested fog world. "He has good taste, then?"
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He laughs to himself, realizing how stupid it might sound.
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"This doesn't sound like it's going to endear me to the rural lifestyle," Astarion chuckles. "Though rivers occur in cities too, I suppose. I saw some truly atrocious things being hauled out of the Chionthar."
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"Oh - gnolls, the occasional troll, slimes and whatever they'd been...digesting. Most things are vile after spending a few days getting waterlogged and rotten Oh - there was a drider, once." He pauses, then adds for context: "Humanoid from the waist up, giant spider from the waist down."
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"They're not usually seen above ground," Astarion says, following him in. "I doubt it was trying to swim. More likely it got into a fight with something and lost."
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Astarion huffs a half laugh and leans into Jacob.
"Unlikely. I'm sure some of the fish were also very ugly, but I was only out after dark. Most fishermen seem to prefer daylight."
And the Flaming Fist tended to prefer dredging out corpses when there were fewer people around to be disturbed by them.
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And Jacob gets to watch some nature! It's a win-win.
The door dings and Jacob kisses his cheek before he leads the way out.
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Astarion smiles, almost in spite of himself, at this fleeting affection.
"I suppose I'll be interested to see what your planet would describe as a 'monster'."
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Astarion squeezes his arm gently.
"Now, that sounds fascinating. Perhaps we could find something to watch about those creatures? The library seems to be back in one piece."
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"Gods, no, I know what feet are. I meant your strange ocean creatures."
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"I'll cover your eyes at the scary parts with tentacles, alright?"
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"Thank you," Astarion says primly. "No need to do that now, though. As far as today is concerned, I'm entirely invested in your river monsters."
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I feel like we can fade on them here?
Works for me!