[ aaaaand down he goes, sputtering all the while. a few things flash through his head (one of which is thank the maker i'm not the only one dressed like this) but all that makes it out is: ] Agh! What--Hawke?
[ he blinks. blinks again. reaches up to rub at the back of his head because hitting the ground hurt and because it gives him a second to gather his thoughts. hadn't hawke left with the inquisitor? why was she--or maybe a spirit looking like her--attacking him and rambling about... uh... ]
What's a mixtape and why do you need one?
[ whatever it is, he will find it!! you know, so long as it means his head stays in place. and not-hawke doesn't tackle him anymore. which is a lot of conditions for a guy who is pretty sure he's going to die soon, but he'd at least like it to be on his terms.
yessssss
[ he blinks. blinks again. reaches up to rub at the back of his head because hitting the ground hurt and because it gives him a second to gather his thoughts. hadn't hawke left with the inquisitor? why was she--or maybe a spirit looking like her--attacking him and rambling about... uh... ]
What's a mixtape and why do you need one?
[ whatever it is, he will find it!! you know, so long as it means his head stays in place. and not-hawke doesn't tackle him anymore. which is a lot of conditions for a guy who is pretty sure he's going to die soon, but he'd at least like it to be on his terms.
that's not to much to ask, is it? ]