[ Astarion simply rolls his eyes again at the stupidity of this argument, sighing again: ]
I suppose that fact that you float removes any and all satisfaction one might get out of attempted defenestration...
[ Simply put: boo
Once Alucard is done admiring his handiwork and begins settling on the bed, Astarion does the same. He sits up against the backboard, and where his companion initially settles his head on a pillow, he coaxes him to rest it on his lap instead, so he might more easily comb his fingers through his hair.
He immediately pulls a face at chartreuse. ]
Perhaps someone mixed up the orders for their linens with their liqueurs and was too embarrassed to admit it... even I couldn't pull that off...
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I suppose that fact that you float removes any and all satisfaction one might get out of attempted defenestration...
[ Simply put: boo
Once Alucard is done admiring his handiwork and begins settling on the bed, Astarion does the same. He sits up against the backboard, and where his companion initially settles his head on a pillow, he coaxes him to rest it on his lap instead, so he might more easily comb his fingers through his hair.
He immediately pulls a face at chartreuse. ]
Perhaps someone mixed up the orders for their linens with their liqueurs and was too embarrassed to admit it... even I couldn't pull that off...
[ Which, you know, is saying something. ]